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Suicide is twice the pain first there's mine and then there's yours restless devils salivate for a chance to kill an angel on it's shore put your money down on the safe bet like stealing cancer from a cigarette in demand beautiful things get crushed by human hands they don't give rewards for a heart attack but on Sunday they take you back there's a funeral where the crowd waits anxiously there's a killer in the room here somewhere and it might be me staking out myself, it was a strange awakening i couldn't prove it because i couldn't see the killer inside of me 'cause i didn't even know i had it in myself i mean, there were signs but nothing to make me think just a simple kiss, so innocent would leave a lust deep enough to disgust even me there were days on end where i couldn't sleep a confession would imply remorse Letras de cancionesbut i'm not sorry 'bout anything there's a funeral where the crowd waits anxiously there's a devil in the room here somewhere and it might be me staking out myself, it was a strange awakening i couldn't prove it because i couldn't see the killer inside of me i never really felt the urge to kill until recently i was looking for something whole again, but it wasn't me it was a version of myself, sort of like a split personality but i swear to you that's the deadliest part of me there's a funeral where the crowd waits anxiously there's a devil in the room here somewhere and it might be, might be me staking out myself, it was a strange awakening i couldn't prove it because i couldn't see the killer in me... in order for me to survive some poor sucker had to die From Letras Mania