In the Dead of Night
In the dead of night
Dreams already dare
Eery silence fills
The dark casm
Soon to be unbare
In the dead of night
Little girls start to fight
Against dark claws
Bars holding them tight
Suffocating what must be
In the dead of night
Trouble starts to stir
With hasty heart
And nervous hand
Little girls start to plan
In the dead of night
No sound no sight
A small figure
Sneaks inside
Moving swift and fast
Begging not to be held back
In the dead of night
Cold chills reach
What little girls dream
Vibrant brightness
Fades into dull dead desolation
In the dead of night
A passion grows
As little girls
Again enclosed
Starts to think of what could...
What should be
In the dead of night
With courage scratched up
Little girls find
What is not theirs to be found
A sick addiction
To freedom of action
The choice be chosen
Run into the open
In the dead of night
Second ticking by
Cold blue eyes stare
At what they shouldnt bare
Regret
Hopeless worth
Only to find
Little girls that hide inside
Dying to run
Dying to see
Darkness bares freedom
Soon to be
In the dead of night
It will all come together
The freedom little girls seek
Will be found
On a cold dark wet street
With only instinct to guide
Where little girls want to hide
With the total cover of black
Consequences ready to bear
Little girls
Run and dissapear
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