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Its
Raining,
Raining.
Raining.
Raining.

Good thing i dont
carry a cello.
my cello
my very mellow
cello.

Oh your dying
trying
thriving
but your realizing.
that your efforts
are ******** pointless.

God damn it i could care
less.

Oh you feel it,
burning thought
your system?
Trying to brake free,
of you senseless
realities.

Oh cant you feel
that what is real
is what we ignore
the most.

Trying to make up
something
believing anything.
Oh this is better then t.v.

Well you say you could careless.
Your stupid, brainless.
Figuring out only
make-believe.
You truly believe anything.

Oh when it rains,
you hide inside.
your shell
of living hell
you are not here.
at all.

Destroy what you
created.
Godly beats of rage
you cannot defeat this.

Your fricken' mindless after all.

You try to fight it.
And its killing you
dont know what
to do.

You cant deny it.
You try to fight it.

******** s**t, whats the use?

Well i'm just glad i play
guitar.
Not how you see on
t.v
i'm just a beginner now.
But i know some how

Beginners luck
that i will strike you.
rule the world some how
in the land of make believe.

You say you could care,
******** less.
That you dont give a
******** what they guess.

But saying it alone means
you think about it.

and to think is to put effort in
thought.
which takes time
to master.

Just to prove
them wrong.

Even thought
their right
you still chose
to fight,

Which means
you care to fall.

I like to play the cello
in the dark room,
that you cry in.

Lets just say
that you'll die in.
Yell out their
name
Put them to shame

Theres no one left to
blame
its broke
no refund

and you dont want one
because you could careless

just to be different.

You claim your emotionless
but everything you
do contradicts you,
what you ensue.

Slaps you right in the face
all thats to blame.

All thats enraged
the encounters
engage.

Your darkest
kept secret
builds up the
flame calling
his name

theres no one left
to blame

hiding in the corner.
LIKE A LITTLE b***h.
Oh how
i just love to play
the cello.

I love to play its strings

Fast paced down spirals
summer-salt with flames.

the demon that you
hide from, begins to
hunger for kill.

The monster thats inside you
begins to decay.

No cutts can truly hide you.

THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN.
THE DEMONS RIGHT BEHIND
YOU.
THE CROWD WILL KNOW
WHOSE ONE.
RYUK IS JUST A FAST ONE
THE TENSION
HAS BEEN PLAYED.
THE GAME HAS ********
STARTED.
BUT NOW ITS QUICKLY
ENDING.
YOUR DANCING WITH
THE DEMON
WHO EYES
ARE STOLE BLOOD
RED.
BE CAREFUL
HE'S IN SIDE YOU.

WHAT THE ********
SHOULD I DO?

HE'S REALLY
GUNNA KILL YOU.

WHAT THE ********
SHOULD I DO?

YOU SAID YOU COULDNT
CARELESS.

I BET YOU CAN ********
FEEL THIS.

I KNOW YOU CAN
I KNOW YOU CAN
I KNOW YOU CAN
I KNOW YOU CAN

CAN
CAN
CAN
CAN
I KNOW YOU..
CAN
CAN!
I KNOW YOU FEEL HIM NOW.

OH NOW YOUR GUNNA GET IT
THE CROWD IS ******** SPEECHLESS

HES REALLY GUNNA END THIS.

WHAT THE ******** JUST YOUR
LUCK?

HES REALLY GUNNA END YOU.
TOWERING ABOVE YOU.
SINKING IN TO QUICK SAND,

THE FINAL ROUND
HAS BEGUN

RYUK: JUST LIKE A
PISTOAL

YOU: LIKE A ********
TARGET.

YOU BETTER NOT
TRY TO FIGHT HIM.

JUST LET HIM SKIN
YOU QUICKLY

HES LIKE A ******** MISSAL
JUST LIKE A ******** ROCKET!

JUST LIKE A ******** NEUCULAR
CRISIS.
JUST ONE MORE ********
BLOW NOW..

I'D LIKE TO INTERRUPT THIS.
HE IS LETTING GO NOW.

BEFORE HES INDULGING
HIS MOST DESIRED
WISHES

I'D LIKE TO BRAKE YOUR SYSTEM,
DONT EVEN PLAY THE VICTIM
AND MAKE IT ******** CLEAR HERE.

i
LOVE
to
PLAY
my
CELLO
when
it ********
rains.