Thunder clouds, but no lightning
Stolen, this is so frightning
As we rage into a war
That wasn't even real before
Friends turn their backs on each other
Lives are taken just by these brothers
Lies roll beneath the ground
This hurt will be stopped somehow
Fire hides behind darkness
A secret lies with his heart, it's
a weapon, a powerful choose
You've just gotta know how to make the right moves.
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