Us
FROM THIS
THERE IS NO TURNING BACK
FATE IS SEALED
WE ARE AT ODDS
WITH OURSELVES
TURNED AROUND
ONTO THE OTHER
NO ONE TO BLAME
THERE IS TOO MUCH PAIN
A BLEAK UNYIELDING HURT
THAT CARVES OUR DESTINY
INTO MADNESS
BLACK AND EMPTY
WE ARE ALONE AGAIN.
2003
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