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Down and hurt, pursuing faith.
We can't find the rhythm,
Before breaking to the gate.
Still searching for freedom... 
The darkness shook our hope,
The names hanging on a rope.
Dry fate at the edge of the dream. 
Putrefaction will make us scream...
Wings of petals blasting with remorse.
Blind horizons make past even worse... 

When forgiveness makes no sense, 

We fall like phantoms of ourselves.

We used to have demons inside.

Breathe stops. Yet, they're still alive...

Born in lust, seeking basic rigid sighs,

Death will always be our only paradise.

Chasing your venom kiss by default.

Is like a velvet ghost out of her drought...  

I'll be there in flames, saying 'goodbye'.

How does this truth feel? Oh, my...