A doodle of a boy on a hanging rope
The lead on the paper a little smudged
Edges dipped in blood and tears
Paper cut my eyes
So I don't have to see what we have rot
Hauntingly beckon autumn
This little town has lit It's last match
All of the kids are gonna die
It's Halloween
Watch the skies bleed cold
Watch the dead stars twinkle
See the sun rise
See the suspects lie
Love doesn't prosper here
Nothing good can come
Let the needle sing
Light-bulb pipes
Everybody cries and dies and lies
But there seems to be a missing why
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