Drip Drip Drip
The blood falls
It falls from scars that people have opened
Scars that hurt
Scars that cry
Scars that plead
Scars that want vengeance
Vengeance for what happened to them
They want to kill you
They want to torture you
Torture you till you beg for death
I hold them back
But I can't hold them back for long
They will get you
You will pay
Pay for what you did
What you did to me
Good Bye
Good Luck
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