Nothing left but the dead

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There’s something in the air here

That makes this place seem eerie

I can feel the static in my hair

Feel as if the dead are near me

The time has come i fear

For the dead to have their reckoning

And as they draw more near

I can hear my  death is beckoning

I  have what they’re looking for

For I  breathe the breath of life

They resent my heartbeat more and more

Cut into me with no knife in sight

They’re going to creep inside this town

and fill up every hollow

their is no backing down

It’s more than I can swallow

Fill up my streets with they’re wails of sadness

Then they come for their revenge

They’re filled up with their madness

So for me this  story ends

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In the night they come

creeping up your walls

you can pretend to be asleep

But your heartbeat calls

They creep up on your bedside

taunt you with their breath

They feed off when your skin crawls

and when you fear for death

They want to be inside you

consuming you completely

make you do god awful things

whilst you smile so sweetly

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She was only seventeen

but quite a troubled soul

she lost her life to love

or so the stories told

She just wanted to belong somewhere

needed desperately to fit in

she took the road to nowhere

And filled her life up with sin

And although she wasn’t innocent

She was too young to know the signs

Her life taken in an instant

Because she crossed his “lines”

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I want to snuff my heart out

With friends and bad choices

I want to scream and shout

To drown out all these voices

 

Echoes of the past

Screaming through my head

Makes me want to kill myself

Makes me already dead

 

I want to run away from this

But there’s nowhere I can go

No corner of the world in which to hide

And I see nothing for miles but snow

 

I don’t know where i can go from here

Left withered and alone

And this is why I’ve come to hide

Behind the Living Dead Rose,