often times i really sing to myself
do i need another world?
we have clouds
fire
and broken hearts
who would ask for moreblack can hide more but it is not so durable
winter can hide more but it is not so durable
oh my
i am so in love with a black winter
i cannot know its name though
heartbreaking times i really whisper to myself
do i need another birth?
we have blood
bribery
and many whores
who would long for morethe only thing i can label for repent is death
the only thing i can repel or rebel is faith
oh my
i am so fucked up with a dead fate
i cannot know whom to blame
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