Final Sunset

Silent KillerSilent KillerSilent Killer
Another night binging on nepenthe Yet not near drunk enough to forget about my day It’s been a hell of a one this time Now I just want to sleep it all goodbye Shot down by your submachine protest Of my pleas to salvage all that we had “Goodbye,” that’s what you said that night I can see trying to tell myself that a thousand times
“Let it go,” but I don’t want to let it go The words you said are just too hard to comprehend This will take me a while
One more drink till I puke out my insides So serve it up, and let me choke dead on my
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Feelings Are Manifestations Of The Mind
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