I will kill you with fine heart
Then I'll make my silence sting
I'll make you tremble easily
And do it while I sing
I will make it quite impossible
For you to be at ease
My ways are ways of pleasantness
And all my paths are pieced

I will kill them all for you
(Sick communication)

She showed me all her nightmares
Then she kissed me off to sleep
All we did is all to make a way
For only her to keep
My heart whispers they're ambiguous
Impossible to cease
Their ways are ways of pleasantness
And all the paths lack peace

I will kll them all for her
(Sick communication)

She's just like an aeroplane without reverse
She's just like forbidden food without the covers

So lead me through this forest
Felt the trees should like my mind
It suits my guilty conscience
For those are left behind
And you read me a dozen stories
That will put my mind at ease
You show me ways of pleasantness
And all my paths would piece

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