| Echoes Willow Brown I hear the voices talk talk talk I see the dead flesh burning away melt melt melt I can feel the heat rise from hate hot hot hot I walk upon glass figureens crack crack crack Bllod drips from my veins drip drip drip The time is near I must go goodbye goodbye goodbye My finger slowly near the trigger one two three Here I go clouser clouser clouser No you won't I will stop you... No YOU won't one two three Finger is now shaking stop it! No I won't You hate me No I don't, please stop to late BANG BANG BANG! |
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