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Ding dong,
The bells ring marking twelve o'clock sharp,
like the knife in my hand,
the blood spreading on the floor,
like a raging wildfire,
consuming everything it touches...
My love for you has a sharp end
Just like the knife in my hand,
It calls me in, but hurts if I get to close,
How I crave your love,
But it is just out of reach of my cold hands
I've felt nothing for all my life
I want to feel human so I use a knife
Crimson rivers pour from my skin
Every time I slice I can't help but grin
Pain is the only thing I can feel
