When all you see is red
The fires burning in your head
Through your skin out your pores
Deathly Sunday comes a knocking
And the coffin is a rocking
In the wind & in the rains
And all this pain could go away
If you were there and she were here
Trade places
Save some spaces
For me in hell
For my heart betrays my mind
All the time & at this time
death sounds nothing but sublime.
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