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The whispers of the night in deal, you hear
The promises adhered you cannot heal
You wash away your sins today
You find in you a muted death
Dreaded into fray a hymn of screams
And stories told, a soul is sold for hate
A pendulum of which you will regret
You wish to never live again

You're stuck in darkened days
Your screams
They turn
The dial
Dying for a chance
To make things right

But the world
The world has turned its back to you

You're stuck in darkened days
Your screams
They turn
The dial
Dying for a chance
To make things right

But the world
The world has turned its back to you