Everything is rags and there's nobody to blame but me
And it would be so easy if there was noone to hurt but me
But now everything that I do coming out of me
will just tear through you
In and out of you
up and down your life like a curse
(So that when the sun bursts,
When the rain falls, when the wind blows,
I rip through your heart. On a horse called Nightmare,
bucking and spitting, I ride to your house
In the home of Bluebeard, blood flows as red as any flag
Death cries
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