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All Evil Things

Just a cog Grinding to a hault I never seen it coming The news broke fast I just cried Each and every time Am I so alone? Is that...it is The sensibility I derive from Yet I'm still insane Back and forth Counting the steps I took He's taken everyone She's taken everything And this I'll stand Death is only s word Derived from all evil things I think I know why we fear But it's yours to find out Our wings are clipped Condemned, but making the effort Descending, I can't fall any harder It's all inside my head

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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