Rise From the Graveyard
You rise from the graveyard bringing fervor of angst
Each time you choose to be silent – gives me goose bumps!
But I see you now wearing the mask of dead
I’m trembled in fear with all the things you said
You tell stories about me when you’re at my back
But you never care to tell me and put past in pack
So we’re making little saga into blockbuster film
Then it gradually gets attention, can’t be trimmed
The scorch between our eyes flame like a sudden
We play to be dead pretending nothing happened
Inside in us is a grudge that has been already sensed
This bad connection is getting even more intense
You rise from the graveyrd and stand up against me
Each time you choose to hate me, it’s killing me
Then I realized if I make things got worse
We’re rotten heads playing roles of the corpse
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