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It is what it is..
Listen to them chime,
Watch them dance across the sky.
Silently they move,
But hold a heart beat's groove.
Glossy eyes shaded grey,
Their goal is to punish the dead.
They scream love songs,
With hollow visions.
To make us rise,
Show us how bad wretched lies burn.
And to let us know,
We'll always be alone..
Watch them dance across the sky.
Silently they move,
But hold a heart beat's groove.
Glossy eyes shaded grey,
Their goal is to punish the dead.
They scream love songs,
With hollow visions.
To make us rise,
Show us how bad wretched lies burn.
And to let us know,
We'll always be alone..
Published 6th Nov 2012
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