Worstcase: Happy bunny hopping fluffy


You died inside my head
What would the kids say if they heard
You never asked them
If they can feel a thing
You feast on my mistakes
You never cared to see me dance
And just one word
Then gets the best of me

Jest inside your bones

So, the party´s on my grave
Everybody´s great
But hosting a disease
Yeah, the joke´s all over me
Everybody´s free
But there´s a trick behind it

You cried in front of me
You crawled the floor before my feet
It's not so bad
You started blasphemy
Nobody saw your twisted realms
Why should we care?

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