lay her rest with violence and a cold encryption
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empty casket send her to hell with no prescriptions
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glue a mirror to the inside of her empty coffin
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so she can stare at her dead face
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and follow her new faith home
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all the way straight to hell
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dark skies, no flowers, no need for visiting hours
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lowered in trash and let the goddamn earth
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come and search for treasure
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cause who's going to love you now that no one can penetrate you
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no one can hear you cum
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so follow your new faith home
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all the way
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all the way back to hell
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because as far as we can tell
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there isn't any way
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she has to pay
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i'm sorry but it's true
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you can't save anyone
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from her first love to her bastard son
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for all of the things that she's done
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dear god i can't wait to finally meet you
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you selfish cunt, you've got some explaining to do
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cause we only wish we knew
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anyway
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she has to pay
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i'm sorry but it's true
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cause you can't save anyone
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from her first love to her bastard son
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for all of the things that she's done
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dear god i can't wait to finally meet you
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i'm stuck out of place in california
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Three Dead Sisters
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