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SoulcollectorMy body is a room of fearA chamber of souls filled with despair I keep them locked up well in here In my cell of flesh, my room of fear. And more keeps coming to visit my home More keeps coming to stay and dwell. I gather them all in the darkest room My personal army, my personal hell. My dying,dead and living children That always will be there. And one of them is really nice She lives behind my bloodred eyes Her life is ended very tragic She died alone up in the attic. Wrapped in sheets and blankened grey She follows me through the day When bloodred hands to hold me tight She's still around throughout the night. Well suddenly one night she said These haunting words of sorrow... "There isn't really any way It's possible for me to stay, I'll have to leave before the dawn Before the world, before the sun I'll have to leave to misery I'll have to go and set you free. My beautifull creature of stars I'll be back at you in time To keep the pace alive" |