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| THE COWARD YOUR DEMONS STARE BUT FEAR WHATS IN ME A BURNING FLAME THAT CASTS A SHADOW A BLANK STARE A TWISTED GRIN NO EXPRESSION AS IT CALLS MY NAME IT TOOK YOU EASY WHERE YOU WERE WEAK SHEDDED SKIN REVEALED WITHIN A CLOUDED MIND AN EMPTY HEAD YOU SWALLOW WHOLE CONSUME THE BULL SO I'LL DIE ALONE BURIED IN A NAMELESS GRAVE FORSAKEN AND UNKNOWN WITH NOTHING BUT MY FEAR TO SHOW YOU HAD A CHANCE YOU LET IT GO ROTTING AWAY SIX FEET UNDER THE VOICES TOOK OVER YOU LOST CONTROL A TWISTED FIGURE THERE IS NO SOUL THERES NOT MUCH LEFT INSIDE OF ME A BROKEN PROMISE A HOPELESS DREAM PEERING THROUGH BLOODSHOT EYES I SEE MY DEMONS CLOSEING IN ON ME The Coward copyright 2002 Nick Merry |
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