The Darker Side of Poetry
SHOULD I DIE TONIGHT
WHO WILL MISS ME WHEN I DIE
INTOXICATE MY MIND
TO LOSE ALL MY FEARS
DON'T WORRY THERE WILL BE NO TEARS
CASTRATE MY SOUL
ALL THINGS IN LIFE
THEY HAVE TAKEN THERE TOLL
WHO WILL MISS ME WHEN I DIE
WILL I FLOAT OR WILL I FRY
WHO WILL MISS ME WHEN I DIE
INTOXICATE MY MIND
TO LOSE ALL MY FEARS
DON'T WORRY THERE WILL BE NO TEARS
CASTRATE MY SOUL
ALL THINGS IN LIFE
THEY HAVE TAKEN THERE TOLL
WHO WILL MISS ME WHEN I DIE
WILL I FLOAT OR WILL I FRY
WHO WILL MISS ME WHEN I DIE
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SHOULD I DIE TONIGHT
SHOULD I DIE TONIGHT