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So many accusations fill the silent night,
visions of the damned are just out of sight,
Nothing seems to have turned out right,
In the end it just never turns out right.

The billowing smoke sets the chances high,
Tonight may be the night you are going to die.
After living you life solely to please,
The fear of the end is a devastating disease.

With everything you’ve left behind,
Another episode of the blind leading the blind.
It’s too late to let your misery shine.
All this shock will dull the mind.

When all your options disappear,
Don’t you dare wish to return here!
Everytime life seems to come at you full force,
You throw up your tears and plead your remorse.

Tears will only sway those who understand pity,
Walking the edge of damnation’s eternal city.
Soon you’ll be engulfed; the entirety of your soul,
All that anger will eventually to take its toll.

You know it was a chance we had to take.
One of the many choices we had to make.
So please listen to me for you own sake,
You’ll drown in curiosity’s bottomless lake.

So again you’re on my doorstep prepared to die.
All you can stutter out is another “Goodbye”.
This time I'll stand with my dignity and pride.
Every word from your lips is thinly veiled lie.

How can you still remain so blind?
Always making deals of this double-edged kind.

Was the problem really that difficult to see?
They'll never avert their eyes or set you free?
Look at me with such a sorrow-filled smile...
love really never was your style