| Tonight’s twilight will be the last seen by our eyes,
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| So if it seems so beautiful, kiss the beauty goodbye,
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| Oh my little cornea, please say that you are no more,
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| And ears please swear you did not hear this creaking in the cabin floor,
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| I’ll forgive my eyes for lovely lies, so certainly within my will,
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| Please declare this piercing stare,
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| So false, at a clock that’s standing still.
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| Such pretty skin, give it to us,
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| The sun won’t wise my spirit dies,
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| All hope has withdrawn,
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| So here I lay because either way,
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| I know we’ll all be dead by dawn,
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| Dead by dawn.
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| Arming shotgun shells this rotting smell lingers on words that were said,
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| Her body in pieces, my hand cut away,
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| the ever-enchanting book of the dead,
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| The sun won’t rise, my spirit dies, All hope has withdrawn,
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| So here I lay because either way I know we’ll all be dead by dawn.
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| A chainsaw can remove a limb or act as a replacement,
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| Smell the gas as hours pass, contrary to my statement,
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| The corpses wish to cover me with kisses,
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| So just maybe I’ll cover this cabin with their blood,
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| Hail to the king baby. |