An Eviscreation of the Dream
She hides below him in the wine cellar!
The air is old, and her heart has become cold
He feels the rush as he takes advantage of her
She feels the sting as her penalties exume her
It hurts to think that she cowers everyday
A wish for death that will never be granted
there's not a happy thought in her mind
There's not a dream left- just nightmares
She hides below him as her soul rots away
The track of time has been lost for months
He feels the rush as her complaints die off
She only wants a little water to quench her thirst
A sharpened twig hidden behind her torn clothing
A wish for his death that will soon be granted.
BREATHE DEEP! FOR HOPE DIES LAST!
[chorus] (slowly dies down in volume) [/chorus]
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