As darkness seems to creep in,
The distance between us seems thin,
The illusions taking over our senses,
There's no way we could mend these fences
The devil makes us sin,
Unlike any other of his disciple,
Burning down under, maintaining his grin,
As we regret our moments of chagrin
As we dissolve within the symphony,
Far away from any sympathy,
Anticipating the day of epiphany,
We're caught under our own imagery
The echo of his snigger fills the sky,
Rising out of the ashes,
No answer to the question why,
As everything around crashes
No dwelling to head towards,
As life plays over each verse,
As Darkness whispers us the words,
Theres no way out of this curse
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