Is this life this degradation
this pointless game, humiliation
Born to die,
Pale and Dark and Tortured Blue,
behind a veil you find
I've knelt at your alter
I've cut out my heart
I've lived
Spirits seem to drift up through a darkened sky
drifting through
Through darkened streets and blackened gloom
the candles dim in your
Oh the witching time,
like a blackened pearl.
Oh how useless seem
the
[Instrumental]
So much to give.
I touch you like never before.
With you
You'll never understand,
the meaning in the end,
we're standing at the
[Same lyrics as Your Best Nightmare]
Such a wretched waste of time
such a fool to be
Deep in this blackened void,
the space that used to be
Here we go again
We've taken it to the end,
With every
I sense there's something in the wind
that feels like tragedy's
You're telling me
that I'm the most important thing to you,
but
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