Sleep without fear.
The marching band is waiting, to take you away from this hell.
Stolen. Slowly. Not the way you wanted, but God makes a man of you again today.
So the four horsemen of the apocalypse can sing for their supper and their souls tonight, they won't get a thing, no they won't get a thing from you- you were already there.
Years disguise you in an unforgiving sentence and we know the voice but not the mind.
Tormentors play with your every move they're at you, and silence can take their place.
So the four horsemen of the apocalypse can sing for their supper and their souls tonight cos they won't get a thing, no they won't get a thing from you - you were already there.
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Wow. That needs to be recorded. Beautiful.
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