Something wicked
| This way comes for you
| Cultivates your fears
| And burrows through
|
| Burns the light away
| And leaves the hate
| Frail is the mind
| Of this wicked state
|
| Hatred
| Can you feel it
| Building up inside?
| Hurting
| Can you feel
| Your mental suicide?
| Losing everything,
| Everyone that you see;
| God have mercy
| On the likes of me
|
| Silence
| Deafens that which
| You cannot explain.
| Fury building up inside
| Your chest again
|
| Futile is the path
|
| On which you
| Lightly tread
| Why should you
| Retaliate when your
| Cause is dead?
|
| Passion fizzles out
| Like it's a
| Candle flame
|
| Darkness rides along
| With many
| Different names
|
| Tempers fueled with
| Primal instinctual rage
| The inner beast
| Escapes the outer cage
|
| Frailty, now it's time
| To watch the giant fall
| Empty is the heart
| After it's seen it all
|
| Hollow is the soul
| When all is said
| And done
|
| Now you're left alone
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| Something Wicked
| Chaotica |
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