Black smoke for the long choke and our roots will never extend.
Arms drenched and we're hell bent so we'l drink to forget again.
A plan a place a start. Our castle torn apart.
These knights will draw us in. A trick of lightening.
We are a ripped sky, a floating battle of needs.
There is no hope here when we set the match to the seeds.
And strong harm pulls loves arms apart to shadow the blow.
We tell our secrets that only devils will know.
A plan a place a start. Our castle torn apart.
These knights will draw us in. A trick of lightening.
A place for bodies to lie. And never wonder why.
These forks they ran us through. Our bolt has split into.
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