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We made a pact,
we came to regret.
The spark,
set the whole thing off.
And for 24 years,
we sat and watched,
as the fire spread through our veins,
into our hearts.
Try as we might,
to douse the flames,
our idle hands,
blistered and bled.
And so the story goes,
we live our lives,
with the wind at our backs,
its the price that we pay.
(We made a pact....)
As clouds draw in and skies turn black,
we paint our names in blood and ash.
This truly is the devils games,
as one by one we write our names.
As clouds draw in and skies turn black,
we paint our names in blood and ash.
In silences,
In silences we learn.
Try as we might,
to douse the flames,
our idle hands,
blistered and bled.
Try as we might,
to douse the flames,
our idle hands,
blistered and bled.
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