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Let's play a game.

One where I have a blade

And you a place to hang.

You run and hide,

I'll chase and find.

And you breath control your last.

What a grand time.

Your blood will drip,

Steady to the field

Of your fading heart.

With a necklace of rope,

You'll lose

And you breath control your last.

last hope

to die

I'll be a rope.

That it tightens around your throat.

no name

no hope

It will be a rope.

That it tightens around your throat.

who cares

who know

Who'll be a rope?

That it tightens around your throat.

you are

your grave

a rope that Now it's tightens (ciagiem w rytm)

AND YOU BREATH YOUR LAST

"I am an artist of the flesh, I must admit a spilt much,

"I now cut the strings of life, you puppets of life no longer,

Let's play a game.

One where I have a blade

And you a place to hang.

You run and hide,

I'll chase and find.

And you breath control your last.

What a grand time.

Your blood will drip,

Steady to the field

Of your fading heart.

With a necklace of rope,

You'll lose

And you breath control your last.

the last

last hope

to die

I'll be a rope.

That it tightens around your throat.

no name

no hope

It will be a rope.

That it tightens around your throat.

who cares

who know

Who'll be a rope?

That it tightens around your throat.

you are

your grave

a rope that Now it's tightens HARD