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Could blood not be so sweet or flow enough to sustain

two hundred nine tomorrow's rise and I'm alone again

please not this way so sweet on my tongue it burns away

an empty promise fills my veins with lies

the deepest gray forever lives inside of me

but I am not afraid for I have lived this agony

and time ticks slowly forward towards the break of day

five seven nine arrival more fuel for disarray

but be still my tongue for I know not what I say

my life is lived in darkness and here I'll remain

and so the night wears on

and so my patience thins

I now walk through this fire

to purify the sins

and so the night wears on and so my patience thins

to my eyes dawn is horror cause I'm alone again