Build this bridge alone,
Collapsing beneath,
We should have known,
We couldn't hold on by the skin of our teeth.
We have eyes,
But we don't see,
These maleficent lies,
Death has come to set us free.
We crave this pain,
We aren't scared of death,
We are turning insane,
And don't care if we have our breath.
We are descendants from Hell,
Demons so demented,
Our identities we will never tell,
For we are souls unrelented.
They're coming for me,
This is the end of my time,
Today is the death of beauty,
And I will pay for existing is my crime.
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