i think that death is coming around i like it

death by one cut at a time/ pledging one more rendezvous through what darkness might land here, and it will land here/ we die even if we are not compelled to like it/ so musical a discord, the forgeries are all invented in the backseat of a very fast car rushing full tilt toward what is called disclosure/

Well, this life can be such a devil

So I wrote the songs about angels

I took my coat, I went to the city

I drank and I dropped and isn’t it pretty

For you, I would do anything

For you, I would do anything

I think that death is coming around

I like it, I like it

I think that death is coming around

I like it, I like it

Well, this life can be such a devil

So I wrote the songs about angels

A nightmare stuck in the catcher

I’m weaving,

So I sat in the car and dreamed about dreaming

For you, I would do anything

For you, I would do anything

I think that death is coming around

I like it, I like it

I think that death is coming around

I like it, I like it

Chalk it up to bad luck

Just chalk it up to the lightness

I think that death is coming around

I think that death is coming around

I think that death is coming around

I like it, I like it

I think that death is coming around

I like it, I like it

Chalk it up to bad luck

Just chalk it up to the lightness

Chalk it up to bad luck

Just chalk it up to the lightness

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