Death Souls The quiet voices of death They´re calling me They say, I should come. Run across the cemetery Through the many graves Hear the voices hum One voice stands out It is dark and low. It is getting more energetic It is leading the others Suddenly everything is loud around me. All I hear is confusing voices I take my knife And start to free myself, to hurt myself. !-Blood-! The feeling of freedom is getting to me. My head is about to explode I scream with pain And with freedom. Suddenly the voices stop to hum and scream. It´s getting quieter and quieter. And then I don´t hear anything...
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