Thousand thorns made of broken glass
Pierced our flesh, took away our dreams
These stains of blood are the undying mark
Of what we did to be alive

Safety is so frail,
The walls are collapsing
Blood will flow
This struggle has no end
The fog emerges
From these angry waves
And leaves us disoriented
Wants to drag us down

Our screams of vengeance
Are tearing down the sky
But seems no one will listen
We’re losing the aim
Undefeatable force
Darkness reigns here
Time is relentless
And the end is near

Thousand thorns made of broken glass
Pierced our flesh, took away our dreams
These stains of blood are the undying mark
Of what we did to be alive

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