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Take me back, back to the scene, it's coming back, I remember her screams.
The fear in her eyes, the night she died, it left me empty, hollow inside.

Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands.
Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead.

Feelings deep inside I don't understand.
Can't fall asleep at night, I try and wake in fright.
Touch of her skin, next to mine, warm and wet, deep inside.

Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands.
Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead.

I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath.
Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin.
I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it.
Memories, come back to me.
In the night, I hear her screaming, waiting.
In the grave, calling out.

Come to me, I hear her screaming.
Waiting - in the grave, calling out, but she's buried.
Waiting - in the grave, come to me.
I hear her screaming, waiting.

I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath.
Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin.
I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it.

Memories, come back to me.
In the night, I hear her screaming, waiting.
In the grave, calling out.

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