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Break Away
The tears start to give in.
As i have realized what I have done.
The dream to the has been for gotten,
As my dreams are full of hate and anger,
Distribute the pain with my friends,
As I tear out their heart and soul with each stab I make,
Feeling that I am an evil being like the ones in tact,
Destroy what is in my head,
For I cut them with a dull blade,
Driven to hate and agony,
Bitter to the last drop of their sour blood,
As if I was a vampire searching for rage,
The dust may turn to dawn one day,
But for this one is my last I say,
As I play with the vain of my dead friends I start remembering,
What this life was like if I were dead again,
Blood thirsty creature looking for blood,
For I think I have found it under your skin,
It has to be the sweetest of them all,
For it wants to make me draw,
A wicked picture that makes you fall,
These thoughts have come to an end,
Breaking Away shall depend.
As i have realized what I have done.
The dream to the has been for gotten,
As my dreams are full of hate and anger,
Distribute the pain with my friends,
As I tear out their heart and soul with each stab I make,
Feeling that I am an evil being like the ones in tact,
Destroy what is in my head,
For I cut them with a dull blade,
Driven to hate and agony,
Bitter to the last drop of their sour blood,
As if I was a vampire searching for rage,
The dust may turn to dawn one day,
But for this one is my last I say,
As I play with the vain of my dead friends I start remembering,
What this life was like if I were dead again,
Blood thirsty creature looking for blood,
For I think I have found it under your skin,
It has to be the sweetest of them all,
For it wants to make me draw,
A wicked picture that makes you fall,
These thoughts have come to an end,
Breaking Away shall depend.
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