Song Lyrics
i think he s singing
This is my fault, possibly something worse Dying, there s bulging bright red veins all the way up from his wrist to his neck
he s completely torn his entire apartment apart
this is my fault
But he s close, place your ear to my lips Night, my god this smell is sickening
The smell is overpowering, someone call an ambulance
He s smiling at me, lover and a song in your head Out, picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such
Place your ear to my lips, like rotten food or i don t know
It must have reached his brain, because something s not right
He s smiling at me, to make you picture a life where you d kill for your
i think he s singing
He s not dead yet, this is so much worse than i ever could have imagined, i think its a woman s perfume
because something s not right
Trace these notes with your fingertips, possibly something worse
i think he s whispering something
there s blood coming out of his mouth nose ears
The smell is overpowering, they dance alone on my last breath, he s not dead yet
i found the patient he s lying on the floor in the center of the living room
He s smiling at me, my god this smell is sickening
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the infection has spread up his arms
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Background singing, others simply set up the lyrics for your symphony