The Style Is Death
Forever Grey
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Under the cold of tears she'll decay and be warm
The style is death
A white rose in a morphine dream
A joke to amuse life
Goodbye into a snowstorm
While you shake the thoughts
Memories of conversation
Come back the line like eager sadness
A knife hollows them out
Hollows them out
A thin skin of black letters
A thin skin of black letters
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I make myself sick
Born with thoughts of disappointment
Hands out, palms dry
Give me something to grasp
False truth or fake hope
We say yes to death
A joke to amuse life
Goodbye into a snowstorm
While you shake the thoughts
Memories of conversation
The style is death
The style is death
The style is death
The style is death