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SandyShe looks at me with those pitiful eyes / I could give her all the hours of my day / Yet it would never be enough
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Apr 2, 2013
HolocaustCan you feel it / Subliminal with a sting / No gas chambers
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Apr 1, 2013
ForgivenessGrits of sand against a weathered face / Beyond the gallows red sun fades away / You shall be forgiven
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Jan 21, 2013
HalloweenCreeping in the dark / The Moon guides the way / We have a trick for you
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Aug 12, 2012
EuphoriaI feel like I’m floating / This must be a dream / My vision is cloudy
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Jul 22, 2012
The ApocalypseLiquid shrapnel soothes the earth / Gunmetal flesh decays / The Apocalypse has come
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Jul 21, 2012
SolaceFear of night / Dread of day / Dreams of solace
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Jul 21, 2012
FragmentsSomedays are black, fragmented in gold. / Other days; nobody knows. / Life defies logic and corrodes the mind.
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Jul 21, 2012
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