| Darkness |
Sitting all alone, With none but voices in my head As I watch the phone, I realize all my friends are dead All are gone but me, I cannot find a soul Waiting by myself, As I pay the toll The Light, The Dark, It's not what you think The Good, The Bad, It's not what you are The Right, The Wrong, It calls from afar The Dark, The Light, You know it's not right Flying through my thoughts, On wings made of bone Seeing the light, Through the darkness it's shown Blinding its way, Into my lone eyes But I know it won't stay, On bone wings it flies The Light, The Dark, It's not what you think The Good, The Bad, It's not what you are The Right, The Wrong, It calls from afar The Dark, The Light, You know it's not right The Light, The Dark, Burning everlasting The Good, The Bad, All by yourself The Right, The Wrong, It flies through your head The Dark, The Light, And so on it goes |
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