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These words are getting colder
faces fading away
Try and grasp waking hours and
They erupt violently
Looking deep a million miles
Red skies for splendor and style
The blood hue gives a hint of what's to come
It's my final hour
faces fading away
Try and grasp waking hours and
They erupt violently
Looking deep a million miles
Red skies for splendor and style
The blood hue gives a hint of what's to come
It's my final hour