The Mind Reaper by Illogicist
I feel my shade starts to disappear from your...fake
theater of life
I see your eyes trying to hypnotize my sight to capture
my eyes
You hold down your cold hand on my trembling lips, to
kill my last hope
Wherever you can hide away
Look over your shoulders
A freezing breath on your pale face
Caused by his brain cůeaver
Whenever you can try to leave
Look behind your shadow
A frightening shade follows your steps
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