Fear, that is what's in our hearts
Bodies collected in wooden carts
The Unnatural walk the street
Which means only death you will meet
We are enveloped by our fears
In our minds, insanity nears
Waking everyday for the end
Our life is what we defend
Living every day like it's our last
Always waiting for the past
"Oh, High One, when will this cease?
Oh please just give us our peace!"
We wait for a reply
We ready ourselves to die
This punishment seems unreal
"Fear the pain, you'll never die, always you'll feel"













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nice one!
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believe you can fly away
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