They want to tell you what to think
They want to
I've knelt at your alter
I've cut out my heart
I've lived
Through darkened streets and blackened gloom
The candles dim in your
I dont want to bleed
I dont want to wait
I dont
You'll never understand,
the meaning in the end,
we're standing at the
Is this life this degradation
this pointless game, humiliation
Born to die,
Nothing's sacred.
Nothing's pure.
Nothing's sacred, anymore.
Forget salvation.
F
Deep in this blackened void,
the space that used to be
I sense there's something in the wind
that feels like
Empty hearts I can hear them talking
I close my eyes
I could take your breath away
I could make this feel
Step into this picture
release all your light
I think
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