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I truly believed That I was finally free But your cold addictive fangs Are still hooked into me. I thought I was done, I though I didn't have to run Because I didn't see you I thought I could move on But now you've drug me back, You've delivered another attack Once more I'm at war But I don't know how to strike back. I try to wash away the crime, Wash the blood and the grime, But it only shows the sin And proves that there will never be a time. I am hooked for life, To the cold love of a knife, To the stone cold heart And a soul that knows no right. And so I march at night When everything feels right When my heart is numbed by the cold and my soul is not blinded by light.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
Hooked
I truly believed That I was finally free But your cold addictive fangs Are still hooked into me. I thought I was done, I though I didn't have to run Because I didn't see you I thought I could move on But now you've drug me back, You've delivered another attack Once more I'm at war But I don't know how to strike back. I try to wash away the crime, Wash the blood and the grime, But it only shows the sin And proves that there will never be a time. I am hooked for life, To the cold love of a knife, To the stone cold heart And a soul that knows no right. And so I march at night When everything feels right When my heart is numbed by the cold and my soul is not blinded by light.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
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