The flames of hell consuming for that dreadful fee, with nothing but the darkness that be. Accepting it at whatever cost, sad but true another soul lost. Blood consuming our name, with the world left to blame. To burn, to twirl and turn. When the whole world is coming after you, and there's nothing left you can do. It won't be long, when your dead and gone. Even when it's all said and done, there's nothing left to run. Cuts and rings alike, at the end of the pike. On the edge where we lay, just to wake up to the same thing every day.
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