Stay in Your Coma

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I regret nothing.. tomorrow I'll be just dirt

After my head is chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from the stump of my neck? That would be the pleasure to end all pleasures.

Something's got a hold of me..it's the poison in my veins

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Nighty Night

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