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I'll paint a picture for you of a boy that's good as dead. All that works is his sedated brain that lurks inside his head. And you might say he's got a pulse. I guess you would be right. And his arms and legs will still convulse to toss and turn in bed at night. Bury me with my gravestone cracked in half, with roses painted blue and black, with an inscription that reads tragically in love. This time I don't think I'll make it back. Can't you see I'm drowning? You came and brought the flood now don't you cry over my spilt blood. I'll tell a story to you of a girl that likes to eat the important inner organs of the boys that she may meet. She met the boy mentioned above, and told him that she was in love, and turned him into a tasty little treat. Bury me with my gravestone cracked in half, with roses painted blue and black, with an inscription that reads Songtextetragically in love. This time I don't think I'll make it back. Can't you see I'm drowning? You came and brought the flood now don't you cry over my spilt blood. And don't cry my love over my blood Bury me with my gravestone cracked in half, with roses painted blue and black, with an inscription that reads tragically in love. This time I don't think I'll make it back. Can't you see I'm drowning? You came and brought the flood now don't you cry over my spilt blood. Aus Songtexte Mania