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| ! | Warning: This song contains explicit elements (Violence, Suicide); it may be inappropriate for younger audiences.
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| Song title | |||
| "Dead Forest" | |||
| Original Upload Date | |||
| July 3, 2016 | |||
| Singer | |||
| SONiKA | |||
| Producer(s) | |||
| DeviLCAT (music, lyrics) rocoba (illustration) | |||
| Views | |||
| 100+ (SC), 1,200+ (YT) | |||
| Links | |||
| SoundCloud Broadcast / YouTube Broadcast | |||
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Description
"DEATH SWINGS THE SCYTHE BUT YOU DON'T GO TO WHERE YOU'D THOUGHT YOU'D BE? HOW DISAPPOINTING ... |
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Lyrics[]
I’m waiting for you
In the new world is a sparkly wooden forest
Full of beautiful trees hear a crystal blue lake
It certainly is very strange how it glimmers
Even when nobody’s around the mystic woods
In the pretty forest is a little spirit
Who waits for a soul to come hear their precious land
The magical being waits for the right person
to wonder right into their beautiful trap.
You broke my heart without trying
I want revenge but I still like you
What am I gonna do without you, whom I loved?
I am scared of the future, because you won't be there.
Can you hear me? I know you're gone,
But I wanna say "I'm sorry that you died."
I'm so sorry that I killed you...
I know it was my fault, I couldn't stop myself.
I wish I could go back in time
And make sure it never happened.
In this broken forest, I wait for the spirit
to come and kill me so I can see you once more.
I want to say that I'm sorry for killing you,
I wish I never did, I miss talking with you.
I'm waiting for death to finally swing the scythe
on my neck, crushing my bones so I can see you.
But when death finally cuts my head clean off me,
I don't go to you where I hoped I would've went.
I am in... hell.
I can't... see you.