The rise of the Anti-Christ,
letting innocence fall.
And we will breath again,
once death comes to us all.

Dancing around
a twisted fate.
Singing without sound,
let me know it's too late.

Store my pain in a jar,
put it on the shelf.
know adolescence is far,
and I've climbed here myself.

Take well memories,
that give fair hope.
Hang them on the wall,
like a fine braided rope.

Keep a locket,
fill it with your fear.
wear it around your neck,
and look into the mirror.

Unfold a map,find a road.
find your path,make a decision.
With blurred vision,
no one can know.

Keep my happiness,
place it in view.
then wake up,
to know the day is new.

The rise of the Anti-Christ,
letting innocence fall.
And we will breath again,
once life comes to us all.


 
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