Broken End
Blankets bind chains around me,
yet they feel so safe and warm.
Ghosts bring fire to my life,
so why do I feel so worn.
Saviors still offer a hand, but give hope for a price. Will it work anyway, that attempt at paradise.
Angels wings are blinding me, a rope, a pill, a knife. The devil they say does hide, behind the masks hope and life.
Still I can't release this pain, the sweet torture of living. I've tried it so many times, to cry for a new beginning.
Saviors still offer a hand, but give hope for a price. Will it work anyway, that attempt at paradise.
Angels wings are blinding me, a rope, a pill, a knife. The devil they say does hide, behind the masks hope and life.
Still I can't release this pain, the sweet torture of living. I've tried it so many times, to cry for a new beginning.
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