Shoot my heart and pray I will die,
This will not be my final goodbye,
Spin out my head and I'll fall to the grave,
was this now your gravest mistake?

Made out of fears, feasting on lies, lying in despair!
Such an old tale, such a dark myth is my existence.
Made out of envy, feared for the nightmares, I feast on your zeal,
Your will for live, will to move on, and all your fears...

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