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Hell we create

Watch as a man dressed in a black suit with a skinny tie. Strut towards the middle of the night. Longing into the foggy mist of the unknown.
In the dark there lies the evil, the nightmares, the monsters lurking in the shadows. But if you pay the man due.
He will keep those shadows wounded

Straight from the boat mans mouth a line and sinker. Hooking your teeth and dragging you to hell below.
Where evil wont linger
But if you pay the man due
He will keep those shadows wounded

Look for the devil in the details and summon the might to write in the pen that is mightier then the sword.
As sticks and stones may break bones
My silver tongue will cut you
You can dance with the devil
And haunt the prey
But you will always be the one who’s slane

Life….or so we call it

Sobriety is so much more insane

Lets find it again!!!

Find the unbeaten path

Oblivious, Hypnotises

We Walk Alone…We Walk Alone

Sobriety, Insanity

We Walk Alone…We Walk Alone

Monotonousness, Mornings first kiss

We Walk Alone…We Walk Alone

Black stars, Blue skies

We Walk Alone…We Walk Alone

It’s all been sown and shown

To most of the bone, White and broken

Veins Brains and Strains

Fractures of skeletons

Fragments of life

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