with pre-emptive pillage on a fresh new petal.
I´ll be your Romeo, you´ll be mine Juliet,
we´ll make it stereo until the price is set.
Then, I´ll leave you alone - instantly forgetting -
to constantly postpone the feel that´s upsetting.
The damage in one.
The damage is done.
The damaging stun.
I´m a leaf, you(r) believe(f) everything will be fine;
in time, you´ll find, perceive, you´re naive and still mine.
I was your Romeo, you were mine Juliet,
soon it´s a rodeo you will never forget.
Now, you are abandoned - kneeling in blood and phlegm -
a question in your head: "How to get rid of them?"
The answering snare.
The answer is there.
The answer in Death(d).
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