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We're planning our own burial while riding this apocalypse Is this Dead End St. or is it a fucking blessing? We will merge with shades of gold but for now a cold breath rips the inside A sudden twist. An unlocked cage. We fall. We break our bones and we taste the sweetest blood from the wounds of our dirty hands Almost dead and amused Double slaughter I invite you to your own beheading Double slaughter We will collect the fools' gold A cursed glimpse came out tonight with open wrists The perfect malady of a road sleepwalked But blindness holds nothing Double slaughter I invite you to your own beheading Double slaughter We will collect the fools' gold Double slaughter All of our dreams were lies From Letras Mania