Body Bag
Don't try to hang your heart by the window
You will only attract flies
A little closer
A little colder
And I will sing you a lullaby
Misery has bled you so slow
You are one step from the kill
They will take
They will break you
They will bend you to their will
Everybody needs a place to run to
You are just a sanctuary
Everybody needs a place to hide in
You are just a body bag
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