Mother!
You're holding my heart, screaming
Motherfucker!
They left me broken, bleeding
Son of!
The man you loved and left for
The son of a bitch!
Who tried to show me death's door
Everything's eliminated
Everything is dedicated
My belief destroyed my hated?
Never get what's over-rated
Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken hearted
Arms to kill
Or flowers to steal
Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found
Lying here
Im dying here
As in!
Obituaries rain down
Its ok!
We're lying naked face down
Wasn't it decapitated?
Can you see me fascinated?
Your the only thing I've damaged
What you get to be mis-managed
Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken hearted
Arms to kill
Or flowers to steal
Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found
Lying here
Im dying here
Dying here..
Don't bring me daffodils
Bring a Boquet of Pills
See some geranium
Cracked to the crainum
Protect me when you can
Respect me when I am
Dying
Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken hearted
Arms to kill
Or flowers to steal
Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found
Lying here
Im dying here
Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken hearted
Arms to kill
Or flowers to steal
Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found
Lying here
Im dying here
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
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