We live in a world of hate, a beautiful place seen through obscure eyes.
Caught in the glimpse of this life. How do i find what i seek?
Where does your glory and I meet? This speck of light is my creeping death,
I cant wait till I am dead only to live again.
Filled with filth I don't need this anymore. How can I think I am alive,
when i have never lived before. This speck of light is my creeping death,
I cant wait till I am dead only to live again.
This world has created an ending that starts tonight.
We live in a world of hate, a beautiful place seen through obscure eyes.
Caught in the glimpse of this life. How do i find what i seek?
Where does your glory and I meet?
This is where I begin!
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