I'm hot - I'm cold
No death upon my soul
Bite it down
And smell me frown
I'm sick of this
I wanted more
I suffered with
A settled score
Shadow me
Unto the grave
Follow me
But misbehave
Let's show you
How I feel
Deep inside this tainted soul
I'd wish I'd find my way-
Out of this hole!
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