wake up wake up
smell the burning in the air.
"everything ends the same"
i can't accept it, i am aware.
living with this axe
hanging over my head
it will never leave my side,
like my shadow, until i'm dead.
wake up wake up
smell the burning in the air.
"everything ends the same"
i can't accept it, i am aware.
living with this axe
hanging over my head
it will never leave my side,
like my shadow, until i'm dead.
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