Tonight will we go too deep opening veins to chance? Will our breathing in and out, turn to dialog with the dead? With a light so bright, like knives in their eyes, why are we hiding out where the shadows lie? The facts will stay their concrete gaze, disguised as fate, to bar escape.
We are gods. Let us scream, as gods scream, stories of deaths of kings. We are gods. Let us scream, as gods scream, stories of the deaths of kings.
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