Terrified by lack of hope
all the things that I can't face
All these years I've spent paralyzed
we must fight what we have lost
When even the sheep aren't happy
And I'm counting all the ways
You can look to the skies
It's the destination of the flat line
we must fight what we have lost
When even the sheep are happy
And I'm counting all the ways
We can look through the skies,
But in the en d we ride a cemetery
This has progressed to the point
Like I possessed I'll freak out
This Armageddon of a tearing
This cursed experience of a burying
And I'm counting down the days
An d I'm counting all the ways
You can't look to the skies
Without a gun in your hands
I'm be floating in the air
These armors can't handle the tearing
This constant fear is overwhelming
I'm freaking out, I'm freaking out,
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