Escape into the night
Its almost my shipping day...
But yours is nowhere near,
The day has finally come that i shouldn't fear.
I follow my mother to the gate,
And the demons wait.
They pierce my heart with a flower,
and then they use me as their power.
I become their lunch,
for them to munch.
But you woudn't undertsnad,
the fear that lies within us.
Now hold my hand tight,
so we can escape into the night
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