I M D E A D
Gold:
Every day the void gets colder
No limbs left for crucifying
See the white hand on your shoulder
Wipe away the blood I’m crying
Bf:
Faced with an awful dilemma
End up like this trainer, dying
Having no soul, no agenda
There would be nothing worth trying
Gold:
Strangled with guilt that’s over bearing
Here I remain in the void staring
Through these empty sockets
That I once saw life through
Bf:
Stuck in the void, this body glaring
Tells me to flee, this new red herring
Opened up the options to leave eternity
Gold:
Gold:
Every day the void gets colder
No limbs left for crucifying
See the white hand on your shoulder
Wipe away the blood I’m crying
Bf:
Faced with an awful dilemma
End up like this trainer, dying
Having no soul, no agenda
There would be nothing worth trying
Gold:
Strangled with guilt that’s over bearing
Here I remain in the void staring
Through these empty sockets
That I once saw life through
Bf:
Stuck in the void, this body glaring
Tells me to flee, this new red herring
Opened up the options to leave eternity
Gold:
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