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Face the facts there cold and ugly

I know you dont want to die old and hungry

A thousand thoughts stuck in my head

When will this hell ever end

On hallows eve

You'll have no saints to tell

This life that you'll leave

Is a ticket out of hell

Her pale skin glistens in the moon light

The songs of birds midflight

Lust is a cage you cannot feel

Hooked on a line like a fish on a reel

On hallows eve

You'll have no saints to tell

This life that you'll leave

Is a ticket out of hell

Burn