I see death by my feet
And I think
Neat
he's come to take me away
To a different day

No meories of the past
Yes, that would be a blast
Because when memories come back
All I can think about is people stabbing me in the back

So I must take these memories
And make death burry them without me
Never let me see these things again
For all they bring are bad things again and again
 
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