My guts,spilled upon the altar of departure Dripping, steaming, they tell of the future Anything, for you, I would have done Against all odds; I would have won I gave you my love, I gave you my trust Until I felt the blade being thrust A bloody dagger lying at your feet Your smile, a shine that can't be beat All around the lights are fading Body growing numb, mind slowly drifting Such a coward; afraid to lose your pride You sent me on my last ride If so must be; then hear my screams as I die Voice of the light; it does not lie My heart, stabbed upon the altar of departure Drowning in its own blood; it tells of our future...
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