The night wi will come
and rip away,
her wings of innocence through every word we say
maybe its time,
to spit out the core of our rotting union
hopefully before it chokes
us to our senses.
Guess its too bad,
that everything we have
is taken away.
Swimin the smoke
the hero wi will drown
intoxicating beauty tears everything down
but sti will our hands are
bound at the wrist
this romantic tragedy is suffocating from your fist,
in a sea of fire.
Guess its to bad,
that everything we have
is taken away.
Hero, Hero, this word you wi will never know
Guess its to bad
that everything we have
is taken away.
Away, away, away. Theyre taking it away
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