I can't stomach what I see
My friends turning into ghosts
Right in front of me
From here, my vision is clear
Your neglect will be the death of them
They're closer to killing themselves
Than living your fairy tale
You've ignored their cries for help
Don't care what becomes of them
So when you put them
In the ground
Their blood will be on your hands
Their blood will be on your hands
My friends turning into ghosts
Right in front of me
From here, my vision is clear
Your neglect will be the death of them
They're closer to killing themselves
Than living your fairy tale
You've ignored their cries for help
Don't care what becomes of them
So when you put them
In the ground
Their blood will be on your hands
Their blood will be on your hands
( Death Goals )
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