Cut

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I'm going to cut tonight,

To the point of no return.

Smer the blood on the walls

Let it drip to the floor.

Pour out my eyes,

Hearing all these lies,

Then look up high,

Reach to touch the sky.

Rain comes down red,

I fall...

Then I'm dead.

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