Death - Liedje
Glittering stars make me bleed.
Shining eyes from the moon.
Staring in the distens of the sky.
Old lady without theets,
Singing to heaven.
Shaverd from the light that shines upon her.
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It’s death.
Everything is DeaTh.
Nomore a living humanbeing.
Nomore. | Nomore.
Nomore older people,
Who always says;
‘It’s not right!
It’s was the good old days,
But now it died...’
Bullïng words through my heart.
Killing pain in my soul.
Stars are shinning brighter before they lived.
Young big boy out of high school,
Singin’ the song,
‘stars are sinning brighter after they have been killed.’
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