death
Blessed death
give me sweet release
Bleassed death
give me freedom
no pain, no fear
no more being alone
Blessed death
come hold me in your arms
forever
I have no place
to call my own
I have no body
who gives a damn
I have no money
to buy some food
When night falls
I walk the streets
bumming money
from faceless strangers
like my parents
they don't care
In the club
the bodies packed
hot and sweaty
smoke stench air
trying to forget
we're each alone
Another piercing
through pink flesh
where no hole
was meant to be
the pain reminds me
I'm still alive
Blessed death
give me sweet release
Bleassed death
give me freedom
no pain, no fear
no more being alone
Blessed death
come hold me in your arms
forever
Last modified 06/22/98
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