Passion writhing towards Isolation and devotion
Rising those who are lowers Bleeding our redemption
Loving the sights While you’re losing the lights
Growing the distance There begins the consistence
Tainted my scars, Hurting the wounds
Faded by pals That are no longer abused
Madness and sadness While she’s appearing
Precaution and destruction When they were creating
The biggest sin, Now is coming
She has been seen, While she was dying
Tainted my scars, Hurting the wounds
Faded by pals That are no longer abused
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