1000 Deaths

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1000 Deaths

 

A firing squad trying hard to make me choose, to love you not, or my life to lose. All waiting for me, blood already on boots
Go ahead pull it..SHOOT! 

Rope around my neck other end to the tree, forsake your love, or hang for thee, I only have to the count of three
Step off my perch..I'm free

Battery attached with volts nearby, ill live through this, if I tell a lie, about loving you I can't deny
Pull the switch...Let me fry!!

Weighs at my arms and ankles I'm bound. In a body of water not to be found. Tell all I hate love, and don't want you around...
Fuck that I'd rather drown

Strapped in the chair for a  lethal injection, say fuck it all , and I've  learned my  lesson. Just say it once and sound the alarm
Use the veins in my left arm

Lighter on the table and 10 bucks worth of petro, I'll walk away from this if its love that i let go, they want me to say it and all that I know
Use diesel, it burns slow

See I'd die 1000 deaths, over 1000 times, suffer 10,000 pains to have you in 1 of my lives. 

 

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