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AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)


The crimsom sunset is fading away
Like your rotting bleeding wounds
When you rinse them in salty water
And yeah, it does hurt a lot

Your heart ain't just a piece of flesh
But also a raw meal for hungry souls
Gonna be your donor, don't climb the walls
Dispose of that nagging painful trash

For your inner demons, playing scary tunes
Find in me a compatible heart transplant
Your miserable past is from now on a torn up dead letter
That swap is really worth it! Make my day!

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