| It would be so easy
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| To simply grip your neck and twist
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| Snap myself out of the moment
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| Though my conscience will persist
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| Insincerely yours, I’ll battle desire no more
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| I no longer carry the will to resist temptation to kill
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| So often I imagine the life leaving your eyes
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| And how the joy would fucking overwhelm me
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| So fondly I dream of watching you die
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| Insincerely yours, I’ll battle desire no more
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| I no longer carry the will to resist temptation to kill
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| Your eyes, they beg me for death
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| I can only choose to accept
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| So long I’ve awaited the flood
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| From spilling your tears and blood
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| Spill it
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| Tears and blood
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| Living in fear, bleeding for years
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| I regretfully inform you I have grown insincere
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| Insincerely yours, I’ll battle desire no more
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| I no longer carry the will to resist temptation to kill
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| Your eyes, they beg me for death
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| I can only choose to accept
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| So long I’ve awaited the flood
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| From spilling your tears and blood
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| Insincerely yours, I admire your lifeless corpse
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| No regret for what I have done
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| My pleasure has only begun
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| Do you see what I’ve become?
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| Finally choosing not to run
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| I welcome the oncoming flood
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| I’ll bathe in your tears and blood |