Dying Light
A whimper
From the cradle
Speak not your fears
From the cradle
A whimper
A victim
Your song resounds
Over broken bottle shards
Your song resounds
A victim
Plastic smiles
Leave them fooled
You're their perfect doll
Leave them fooled
Plastic smiles
Dying light
Befall the broken
Small measures of solace
Befall the broken
Dying light
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