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when death sits on your shoulder
infecting your cœur, coeur
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when toi want your self back
where do toi go
who do toi turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know toi just wait
but i'm not sure if toi are playing tricks on me
can toi end my sorrow
ou is it toi who causes my agony
will toi be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.