Just curious..
Your hands are always hot.
And do I finally believe it, not?
You burn in hell,
oh, well,
For me it's news of yesterday.
Your eyes are always cold.
To realize this once for all?
No need to be told,
What kind of fire's burnt them down..
It's hell,
But I could tell,
The first time ever.
And everywhere you touch and look
You leave just nothing,
But the desert of the burning hell,
Hell with ya...
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