Is this life this degradation
this pointless game, humiliation
Born to die,
Pale and Dark and Tortured Blue,
behind a veil you find
I've knelt at your alter
I've cut out my heart
I've lived
Spirits seem to drift up through a darkened sky
drifting through
Through darkened streets and blackened gloom
the candles dim in your
Oh the witching time,
like a blackened pearl.
Oh how useless seem
the
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So much to give.
I touch you like never before.
With you
You'll never understand,
the meaning in the end,
we're standing at the
What on earth went wrong
just tell me what went wrong
can't
Such a wretched waste of time
such a fool to be
Deep in this blackened void,
the space that used to be
Here we go again
We've taken it to the end,
With every
I sense there's something in the wind
that feels like tragedy's
You're telling me
that I'm the most important thing to you,
but
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