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I don't need no heartbeat beating inside
An empty chest is enough
What goes on in her mind
When her mind has rotted away
I don't need no one to tell me its love
When the flesh begins to decay
But I need to know
What do the dead dream after they die?
I dream of dead girls every night
Tonight I'll find one to lay beside
The dreaming dead girls are always on my mind
The quickest way to the heart
Is to cut through her ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ chest
I never minded the scars
But I hate to clean the mess
But I need to know
What do the dead dream after they die?
I dream of dead girls every night
Tonight I'll find one to lay beside
The dreaming dead girls are always on my mind