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White turns to black No other way then looking back Memories playing the same Melody Tears drawing a thought forgotten agony The ground cracking under the feet of innocence Holding on that instrument, holding on evidence Trying to fight our own reminisce A beating heart, purity, a perfect dance Stained with mistakes of a filthy past Puppets steered by the shadows we've lost Innocence is not meant to last A demon banned from the practice of his craft Control is the land of the banned Standing tall thinking we own the world The cycle of time, drop dead Control is the destiny of the ******
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
Control
White turns to black No other way then looking back Memories playing the same Melody Tears drawing a thought forgotten agony The ground cracking under the feet of innocence Holding on that instrument, holding on evidence Trying to fight our own reminisce A beating heart, purity, a perfect dance Stained with mistakes of a filthy past Puppets steered by the shadows we've lost Innocence is not meant to last A demon banned from the practice of his craft Control is the land of the banned Standing tall thinking we own the world The cycle of time, drop dead Control is the destiny of the ******
houssem
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
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