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Matt Zane - Not Death lyrics
Death calls to me and I usually listen It is as if it is holding out its hand waiting for me to grab hold and ease the tension of living by ending Sometimes I'm so eager to take hold of this but my palm is sweating with consequence I'm afraid I might slip So I simply shake hands All these suicidal passions... Is it my fault that reality is the greatest killer of them all? Not death, it is merely a necessity Eventually leading to my destruction Forever |
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