I can't take this anymore.
I meant it when we said death do us part.
How can I kill perfect beauty?
You walk the streets like a whore all dressed in pretty!
Ill leave you for the fly’s this is a new type of exile.
Your divine intervention has begun to falter.
Your jumper won't keep u warm with a heart so fucking cold.
Paint the picture beauty comes at a fucking loss

Perish your soul
You've tainted my words for to long.
Lower then life

Show me that face, so frail and limp
Those eyes will be remembered but the face will be forgotten
Stick the barrel down your throat, saves me cleaning up!
I hope to walk away, start a new slate. Free at last, Now that you’re dead.
No more chains now that your gone

It will be one less whore, to walk this shore.
I ripped you limb from limb, face down in the fucking mud.
I wash my hands of this filth, Just another fake like the rest.
So sew your mouth together, This is my final action

Fucked in the face
Left to die
Your face will never see light again

Lyrics submitted by alien13

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