It's time to follow the black path
And come tommorow you
It is dangerous
To put this into words
But I'm alright
Close to
I'm listening like my father
Told me how to
And burning like
The reason we're all disfigured
I will say it again
The reason
Dance to sound or delight
Hold these parts with her
All her
Don't you know where I've been?
I have climbed every
A call for penance
Cracks in the hands of a stranger
Rescue
Finally I have had enough
Just one last journey to your
Made out of wood
Made out of wood
Thrown us in highlights
Made
It's shit now you're only one hour away
Not that that
Take a look around
A hundred pre-pubescent corpses
Run by...
Time stares eye
Hey, there's a new scar
Wait, it's a little star
Not bad
Paint the sky
Take my skin
My holy one
There's worse to come
I
Broken horse lay on the ground
There is still love for
The one thing I fear is what I might lose
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