DARK

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DARK

break  my wings, don't let me fly

shatter my heart, watch my soul die

raise your hand, see me whimper

life holds no good for me

it's poison it's evil

i have become a devil

my tears are radioactive

i won't start a revolution

i'll let my love become dust

is this it, what they are waiting for

come on give me the final blow

is this the Apocalypse

let it be hold on tight

the grip on my neck shouldn't falter

blood stops in it's track

my vision is blurred

your ego is hurt but do not stop

keep going till my body drop

don't lose your momentum

but let my lose my mind

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