"Translyvanian"
Bent over the grand piano, I feel my eyes slide over you
Legs that curve the same as hers, could run as quickly too
My lazy tongue lies low and ready, it cannot seem to speak its words
I'd axe it off to shut me up, but you've already heard;
The murders have occurred
So take me where they cannot see us and lay me down on coffin rich dirt
Tonight I am a Translyvanian, a taste of you won't hurt
'Cause I am numb to every feeling, stubborn ears will hear no sound
My last few rounds have left me reeling, my teeth are on the ground
I've taken pound for pound
The path into this heart is littered with corpses and strewn with body parts
Of those who came before, so just give up
The path into this heart is littered with corpses and strewn with body parts
Of stronger souls than you, stronger souls than you
So child don't go getting your hopes up
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