The mourning lullabies! Gathering in colorful numbers
The empty dreams of which my mind seems to lose track
Black as night, night as the blacker silence

All we have held to destiny, we will give
Dawn glimmers on the soul forsaken face
For the day was numbered three
And the blood that not yet had dried

You won't come to me nor would you walk away
You are the random variable

All we have held to destiny, we will give
Dawn glimmers on the soul forsaken face
For the day was numbered three
And the blood that not yet had dried

You won't come to me nor would you walk away
You are the random variable

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