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 shenanigans: ROTTING
I'm rotting inside  My flesh turns to dust  Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear  I'm so sick to death  Tumors in my head  Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear  Black rose of death  In my fist I clutch  Thorns shred my finger tips  And drips toxic blood  Kiss me one last time  Wipe off my sweat  Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear  As my bones they rust  20 pounds of trust  Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear  Black rose of death  In my fist I clutch  Thorns shred my finger tips  And drips toxic blood  I'm rotting inside  My flesh turns to dust  Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear  Kiss me one last time  Wipe off my sweat  Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear  Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear 
  
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