When it hits, it hits hard
Worse for you, because anda saw it coming from the start
A blizzard of thoughts and truths buzz around your head
You can't think, it makes anda wish for death.
Blood and sacrifice are your devotions,
but life can only give so many promotions
Soon, it will give up on you.
Give up first.
The pain it brushes against your cheek,
A touch so soft, leaving anda so weak
The broken glass of a stained window leaves anda praying,
He's the devil's spawn, he's recreating
What was gone for good once.
But he's not for good, he's for bad.
And bringing back what made us sad.
Life is over,
I'll make it...
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