Welcome to the world were everything is dead
The place of fake people
The people of lies are counting down the time 
Awaiting for our demise 
The girl with scars continues to cut her arm
Nobody cares as she crumbles apart
The boy in the back listens to them laugh
Nobody sees his tears
Coming home shaking the gun in his palm
He falls to the floor
It's time to go
This world is fake
Nobody saw that empty desk
The girl with scars lurked in wait
The clock struck twelve and all went to hell
It became a murder suicide
The people of lies all fell down and cried
As their kind died
 Nobody saw her waste away
Welcome to the world were good things die


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