Bloody Lips/by:Haunted Lunacy
My heart keeps beating, /
in spite of the piece hanging /
from your bloody lips.
Haunted By Myself/by:Haunted Lunacy
No one misses me, / I am but a lonely ghost, / haunted by myself.
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