Now its written in time,
It cannot be undone,
The spiders have won,
Spinning their webs so easily,

The story is just that,
A book without any fact,
And I just reading between the lines,

Waiting for gold,
All my money’s been sold,
To the devil whose waiting eageryly,

And we cant turn back the pages,
And rewrite history,
Everything has been said and done before,
Crossing out words,
And butchering the language,
Doesn’t mean that it is real.

 
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