Who can save me?
As days go by the days are looking really Shady
Who can save them?
The earth reeking death of flesh
Of breath when we engrave them
Who can save existence?
Sickness spreads through blood with massive persistence
In the dark, in the lost
How much can it cost to recuperate a loss?
Tears roll down my face because life can be great
But its only a free trial we cant escape fate
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