Trickle Trickle Drop Drop
Trickle trickle drop drop
Fill me with hate
Fill me with fear
I can't wait to see the dark of my mind
I can't wait to hear the voice in the sky
Trickle trickle drop drop
Pop pop pop
I saw you once
I see you twice
I lay me down
Slam the door
I can't take this anymore
Trickle trickle drop drop
I wait for the red to stain me
I wait for you to save me
Trickle trickle drop drop
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