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When I die
I want to be up in ropes with my hands tied
Yup when I die
I would like my fingers to me nailed to the sky
With no hope of getting out
And no goodbyes
Yes when I die
No family to come by my side
Fingerprints in readable
DNA unmatchable
Unfathomable straight young blood ran at a bull
Horns piercing each lung
Yes I'm done can't come back I've been hung
Yes when I die
Don't come back I have no morals I live by
You hear bells ringing new angel of pain in the sky
Yes I died
It was a nice illusion may world come to a celebration
With no patience
Face it this world doesn't need you
It's needs awaken
Soon the hell will rise from the ground
Figure out how to touch us in the spirit rounds
And held humans bounds
By the untouchable hell hounds
May the winner had heads under crowns
It's down
From the god of the sun
Stars will crack open with angels
Come bringing hope then
Have swords made to chop any cloaks in
Before you know it the victors will fall this world and we know it will be broken
Angels wearing colors
Very unheard of
Burning cause the
Red firestorms uncovered
Spread something maybe be unheard of
Heaven has water coming from Florida
Energy tangled it's been cut from every angle
It's changeable
From banks to cranes
To Hanes
And fangs
Human shooting making everything a gun range
Practice the undead
Started a war from once death
Eyes and tears on a bed
Didn't know it'll end
Cause cause the person bend
And now All the way broken
Not just in, but out of all friends
You were the one to make everything end
The reality that I knew
Is now your illusion
You got out by being dead
Without you I think I'll end too
Noting is being fed
I hate standing here looking at what once was a shared bed
And I must decapitate that Niggas head
To avenge what he's taken
I swear if you're only faking
Cause your too coward to do the raven
I'm tired that all that bitching
It's gonna be me and you in whatever end
I'm scared too
But hiding is no fun
All this killing might be done
If I take the step you never would won
This is almost done
Put your hair in a bun
Cause this will be a messy one
I want to be up in ropes with my hands tied
Yup when I die
I would like my fingers to me nailed to the sky
With no hope of getting out
And no goodbyes
Yes when I die
No family to come by my side
Fingerprints in readable
DNA unmatchable
Unfathomable straight young blood ran at a bull
Horns piercing each lung
Yes I'm done can't come back I've been hung
Yes when I die
Don't come back I have no morals I live by
You hear bells ringing new angel of pain in the sky
Yes I died
It was a nice illusion may world come to a celebration
With no patience
Face it this world doesn't need you
It's needs awaken
Soon the hell will rise from the ground
Figure out how to touch us in the spirit rounds
And held humans bounds
By the untouchable hell hounds
May the winner had heads under crowns
It's down
From the god of the sun
Stars will crack open with angels
Come bringing hope then
Have swords made to chop any cloaks in
Before you know it the victors will fall this world and we know it will be broken
Angels wearing colors
Very unheard of
Burning cause the
Red firestorms uncovered
Spread something maybe be unheard of
Heaven has water coming from Florida
Energy tangled it's been cut from every angle
It's changeable
From banks to cranes
To Hanes
And fangs
Human shooting making everything a gun range
Practice the undead
Started a war from once death
Eyes and tears on a bed
Didn't know it'll end
Cause cause the person bend
And now All the way broken
Not just in, but out of all friends
You were the one to make everything end
The reality that I knew
Is now your illusion
You got out by being dead
Without you I think I'll end too
Noting is being fed
I hate standing here looking at what once was a shared bed
And I must decapitate that Niggas head
To avenge what he's taken
I swear if you're only faking
Cause your too coward to do the raven
I'm tired that all that bitching
It's gonna be me and you in whatever end
I'm scared too
But hiding is no fun
All this killing might be done
If I take the step you never would won
This is almost done
Put your hair in a bun
Cause this will be a messy one
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Writer(s): Bryce Franklin
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