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We're on the suicide mission
Which leads us to hell
We've seen Rozz's bones
When they started to swell
Kitten's blindness -
Our future vision
Feel desperated by this bad decision

We leave our lives in gage
For the sake of this
While our death
Is under a lease
Kitten's mewing -
Our songs of love
But still we're only get a half

We're on the suicide mission
Which leads us to hell
We're on the suicide mission
We're on the suicide mission

Walley of flowers
Syringes in soil
Toy shops and picnics
I keep on the boil
Our hearts are habitable for spiders