She was my addiction, but later I learnt she was my disease,
She gave me cancerous lichens, given by her loveless fleas.
I could not see past her sweet ways and her tender eyes,
I could not even hear past her lips, which fed me lies.
Rejoice in the day far gone brothers!
For there will never be another!
We kissed, we fought, we made love,
I once thought she was sent from above.
She was just a succubus, stealing my soul for fun,
But there she goes, and everybody knows, that we are done.
Rejoice in the day far gone brothers!
For there will never be another!
What should I do when there is nothing to say,
More pain, and heartache, is her deadly way.
No remorse, no guilt, she is loves perfect killer,
Now I lay here eternally, R.I.P Alexander Miller.
Rejoice in the day far gone brothers!
For there will never be another!
She lead me through the false garden to Hell,
But she forgot my soul was mine to sell.
So I ran hard, and ran fast,
I was the first victom, and hopefully her last.
I rejoiced in the day far gone brothers,
Now I sit here the fool hoping for another.
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