Silver Table

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I lay on this silver table, I'm trembling.

Under this razor blade, I'm bleeding.

My mind wide open, I'm not even

asleep. My skin begins to shake, my

soul begins to creep. Give me love baby

or give me death. That's what I

thought as I drew my last breath.

Behind that closed door. It's empty

A pain free world.... I'm dreaming.

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