DIE, DIE LITTLE CHILD
(Muyat)

Did you smoke your cigarettes?
the shadows scare and scare
and you wrote it on your skin
every line a scream of pain

relief is coming through your nose
and a little, burning your soul
but that door, that door is closed
you'll have nothing else to do

so die, die, die, little child
just a bit deeper next time

did you see that dummy mirror?
no cracks, shining like new
you'll pull it along when falling down
'cause you'll have nothing else to do

or maybe you'll wake up some day
to find it was all just a dream
and the true nightmare shall still begin
then you'll have nothing else to do

but die, die, die, little child
just a bit deeper next time

relief is coming through your nose
and a little, burning your soul
but that door, that door is closed
you'll have nothing else to do

so die, die, die, little child
and die, die, die, little child
and die, die, die, little child

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