A Perfect Murder

Choke

A Perfect Murder


The times we had shared the same ideals
The times we had been holding hands
Now come to an end
Now my hands are crushing your neck.
So quick to wash away everything we've built
Now my memories fade to black
Just like your face within' my grasp

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