Its’ waiting I feel death drawing near Tonight might be the night I sleep underneath the black angel wings Do you see it smiling? Staring right at me That’s what it’s been waiting for Can’t you see? I can’t take it anymore As I let myself go it wash me fall with a smirk on its face It starts to... Sign in to see full entry.
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