| I came in the form of man in the cover of darkness
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| You can beg for your life and discover I’m heartless
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| Maybe your baby, your wife, or your mother’s a target
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| It might be your father, your daughter, or brother you part with
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| It starts with the first heart tick
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| Your name’s on the chart as soon as the flame of your soul has a spark lit
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| Regardless everybody must depart this
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| Earthly form upon birth your born
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| When the darkness descends
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| Everyone must come in the gun regardless of sin
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| It’s the harvest of men
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| Whether you shine like the sun you succumb to that darkness within (x2)
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| It begins with a shiver
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| And the temperature in the room decreased when I enter and whisper
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| When the time is near when X I appear
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| I kiss her
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| Wife in tears and disappear
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| My presence isn’t welcome so I come uninvited
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| When she’s asleep she thinks she’s dreaming and doesn’t wake up
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| But she weeps and in the morning she awakes in a daze and it seeps from her
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| mind and eventually fades
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| And her head’s full of grey hairs
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| She’s 88 years old — retired now but used to run a daycare |
| She lives alone to one to come to see her she lost her son in 'Nam and her
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| husband in Korea
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| Getting hard to recall memories of places
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| And she looks at her pictures and can’t remember faces
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| So I come and I hold her in the coldness and embrace her
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| And whisper «It's time to escape»
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| Behold
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| It begins with the silent SCREAM
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| From a child as he looks into my eyes and realizes what he’s seeing
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| His innocence allows him to to see me when he’s conscious
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| He wonders if I’m an angel or demonic monster
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| Nonsense
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| I calm him and tell him that I’m godsent
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| Neither good or evil here to take him where his mom went
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| She died when he was born his father resents him
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| Abuses and hits him and since then his life’s been a storm
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| He’s 5 with the eyes of an old man
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| In a state of mourn cause his heart’s been torn
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| He never should’ve known such pain so grim that the flame of his soul still
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| glows for the dim
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| He arose with a half-woke stim
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| He no longer grows in his loves but he no longer knows
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| So I come hold him in the coldness and embrace him |
| And whisper «It's time to escape»
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| Behold
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| I misunderstood
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| The image of a skeletal fish with a scithe and a hood
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| It’s a myth to be loved to be missed
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| When you cry to be hugged to be kissed
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| When you die is a gift in disguise
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| Shift through the lies and you’ll find it if you dig deeper
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| I’m the Angel of Death — The Grim Reaper
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| Strangle your breath when it’s time
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| Then lead you to Judgement
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| The bold good and evil men seek
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| But people believe in a myth
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| Yet I would gladly exchange my existence for yours
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| Give anything to live a normal life
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| To feel the love of a child, the warmth of a wife
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| Human beings are blessed when they quest for the light
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| But, they don’t know their own light’s up
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| When it’s time for me to hold you in the coldnest embrace
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| Just know if you’re righteous your soul’ll be safe |