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With hanging dreams a man with his head high with pride As he has nothing more to live for And the memories slowly vanishing behind the dooor Of History Mixing with the un-fullfilled Hope of death Darkness grimly smiling upon his despair He grimly smiles back But with hope in the air Come on Come and take me I am ready To pay my dept Darkness, the starving vulture of god I am ready to devoure any form of joy The toy of destiny To be forgotten by the people who thought they knew him To be forgotten by the people who pretended to love him For nothing will ever break away Nothing will go free from this state of mind Time to rig up the rope Death is the way Death is the way of the free Death, his only choice Time to rig up the rope Death is the way of the free Time to rig up the rope Death is the way of the free |