"Your body heavy underneath the full moon
feel the rain will reach you soon
Coldness creates a sensitivity of disaster
that makes you crumble in pain ever after
And you try not to dismay
all those feelings that was felt yesterday
for all the discomfort, hypocrisy is worse
You fear for your freedom, not the hearse
Lying sleepless in your grave tonight
can't stop staring at this freaking light
for blood and darkness your old soul crave
wonder what is actually worth trying to save
Green eyes sparkling in the haze
You don't know how to get through this maze
Snow white skin, blackened hair
creature of the night, you're not from here"
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