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Flesh and bone Hollow chest Your curse I live You follow You haunt The burden of your skin And I need your blood A fetish And I need your blood On swift wings death will come And I can almost fucking taste it I crave your end A reality you deserve Brought by my hand And it wouldn't be the same If it wasn't me to pull the trigger And my eyes roll back As your spirit leaves I'll take your hand Guide you to the end Your time has come Now your spirit leaves From Letras Mania