Another day in the dawn and it�s crisp. Standing quite close to the edge, I think I'm on my way to fade. Under the circumstances I am lost, drowning under the weight of your soul.
I keep pretending nothing can make my anger slip
In a world disgusted with harmony - lying is an exit, the mirror reeks of hypocrisy.
Would you be my queen? Would you wear my crown with pride? I adore the way you set aside all sense to be my bride.
Would you be my bride!?
How could I stand it? Why should I stand it? My eyes burned by torches from an uneven mind while crocodiles wipe their tears with barbed wire.
No one but you and your angelic demons ever rid me of me and my demonic angels.
Would you be my queen? Would you wear my crown with pride? I adore the way you set aside all sense to be my bride.
Would you be my bride!?
Would you be my queen? Would you wear my crown with pride? I adore the way you set aside all sense to be my bride
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