Correction Paroles Dead Mans Poem par Future Idiots

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The following takes place between what has past and yet
to come.
It is about a girl from a dead mans poem.
She had a troubled mind she barely dared to fall
asleep.
She kept up all night long smashing windows down the
street.
Her parents understood that there was nothing else to
do,
but to give her treatment to help her through.
She heard their plans about to make her life into Hell.
Her brain snapped and insanity struck as a bell.

They were screaming. Were they dreaming?
They will forever sleep. She stabbed them in their
dreams.
They were screaming. Were they dreaming?
Her search for pleasure goes on and on and on.

She was arrested and convicted of murder there were no
doubts.
She stabbed them 50 times then she cut their throats.
The walls were signed and in blood letters there stood:
I’m coming for you. I’m longing for my lovers’ blood.
The lunatic Asylum became her home for years to come.
Where she met the doctor who was the one.
She intoxicated his mind and soon he fell in love.
With a wicked girl he thought was his little dove.

He was screaming. Was he dreaming?
He will forever sleep. She stabbed him in his dream.
He was screaming. Was he dreaming?
Her search for pleasure goes on and on and on.

“5 days ago I met a girl with mysterious eyes.
I looked at her and I was bonded for life.
She told me everything; some kills were caught on tape.
I’m scared to death, yet still. I cannot escape.

She’s controlling me. She’s killing me. I will be her
next victim.
This is a cry for help. I don’t dare to tell. She is
always listening.
I can’t hold on. I’m not that strong.
This time I’m the one!”

I am screaming. Am I dreaming?
I will forever sleep. She’ll stab me in my dream.
I am screaming. Am I dreaming?
Her search for pleasure goes on and on and on.
I am the one who wrote the letters of the dead mans
poem.
I am screaming. I’m not dreaming!
Can’t stand this hell I feel. Want to wake up to be
alive.

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