| Hark, the feral angels bring
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| The black shadow over everything
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| Hark, the feral angels bring
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| The black shadow
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| On the Devil’s trail
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| The road is blind
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| I can’t speak for you
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| I don’t know your crimes
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| Your bitter heart
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| Has us entwined
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| I feel its edge
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| Cut through my mind
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| It could be you
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| It could be me
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| That holds the key
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| To my own reason
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| My freedom
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| Sick of the nightmares
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| Gripped with these fears of guilt
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| Ground under their stares
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| Drowned in the tears spilt
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| What if the «what ifs» take control
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| And I am lost forever to this
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| Disgust
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| What have I done?
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| I’m slipping to enter another dementia
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| Now
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| Spiteful nights draw claw marks upon my door
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| And I’m more than sorry than I’ve ever been before
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| Vultures circle numbers up their caws assure
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| There’s no path back along this grasping deep black shore
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| On the Devil’s trail
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| The road is blind
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| I can’t speak for you
|
| I don’t know your crimes
|
| Your bitter heart
|
| Has us entwined
|
| I feel its edge
|
| Cut through my mind
|
| It could be you
|
| It could be me
|
| That holds the key
|
| To my own reason
|
| My freedom
|
| Sick of the nightmares
|
| Gripped with these fears of guilt
|
| Ground under their stares
|
| Drowned in the tears spilt
|
| What if the «what ifs» take control
|
| And I am lost forever to this
|
| Disgust
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| What have I done?
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| I’m slipping to enter another dementia
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| Now
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| The callous sun descends
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| Upon all my dreams
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| Think of the world I left behind
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| While chasing demons in my mind
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| I pitched into the dark (into the dark, into the dark)
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| Who could have known they’d find me there
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| And in the depths of my despair
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| Imprison me inside and take control?
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| Take my soul
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| Break me down
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| Lift me up
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| To be dashed on the rocks of Hell
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| I am but an empty cup
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| Where once my lifesblood over welled
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| Break me down
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| Lift me up
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| To be dashed on the rocks of Hell
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| But this is but a quick hiccup
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| If I should rise from where I fell
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| On the Devil’s trail
|
| The road is blind
|
| I can’t speak for you
|
| I don’t know your crimes
|
| Your bitter heart
|
| Has us entwined
|
| I feel its edge
|
| Cut through my mind
|
| It could be you
|
| It could be me
|
| That holds the key
|
| To my own reason
|
| My freedom (freedom)
|
| Freedom
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| Freedom
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| Freedom
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| Hark, the feral angels bring
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| The black shadow over everything
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| Hark, the feral angels bring
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| The black shadow over everything
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| Hark, the feral angels bring
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| The black shadow over everything
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| HARK
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| The black shadow over everything
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| HARK
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| The black shadow over everything |