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World's End

Glamour Of The Kill

This world, is going under.
People forgetting the promise they made.
They can't bear, the satisfaction.
They put their lives in the hands of fate.
We lose ourselves, in memories
The choices that we made, won't set us...
Free fron this life filled with misery
We created.
Look towards the sky for the chance to
Fin your way.
The end, is getting closer.
The world around me so full of fate
I'll take the soul inside you
You try to breathe but you suffocate.
I will strike fear.
Throught the heart of a blackening soul.
You'll try, to find forgiveness.
But it's too late baby, you belong to me.
We'll pray for the midnight hour.
I can't live to be the last one standing






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