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Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming. Your bodys been dying, while your mind has been trying to make you picture a life where you'd kill for your lover and a song in your head. The deaths of countless others simply set up the lyrics for your symphony. That's where you'll find me. Now, place your ear to my lips. Trace these notes with your fingertips. They dance alone on my last breath.
This is the end.
This is death.
This is the end.
This is death.