die in my hands make me the victim of your soul float in my play ground of holy sinners and take your impurity smile at the bystanders, that so joyfully make you lose your way on this merry-go-round lonely in these words suffercating in a globe of breathing, people without a clue. swim in my river of tears and let me see you face your fears. for you only think about yourself. die in my hands make me the victim of your soul float in my playground of holy sinners and take your impurity i'm willing to sacrifice it all but only to your day i don't know what i'll do i don't know what i'm going to say if you turn around and never let me go. for my emotions-robbing me of my sanity. let the echo of this warning
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