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The Search For My Demise
Where am I? I look around me and see nothing The devil wasn't bluffing What? My soul he is crushing. I look up and I look down I look all around. I wear my broken crown I feel the bitterness that killed the king. Am I at the depths? Is that you calling? Do you see me crawling? Or is it I who is falling? Designed to make you cry I'll sit here like a degrading lie Stare into my eyes, I am ready to die Kill me with your sword that you hold dear. I escaped the fringe of death and so I search for my demise Now the devil pounces for its pray, now it's up to me to slay I feel that I must say, I have nowhere left to stray, no options left to weigh Grey faces, no longer out to play, no-one left to betray. Contol the beast that makes you, now your'e done, you're through Don't tell me you always knew, don't tell me it's true Take a chance, and so we drew, now my fee is due Feel free to say what you see, I know it's not me. Scream into the paradox that we call the future You know it's not real. You know there is no such thing. Scream as you feel it sting, is it here? I smell spring. My king who holds my wings, is that heavens song you sing?
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