Third Realm - Devil-May-Care
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The reaper's shadow, embrace the death of light. No will to write the chapters of this life. They beg for mercy, all chaos drips upon their souls. No solace in the effort to be whole
Nightmares and a devil-may-care, vindictive snide stare. Bitter kiss, bitter kiss, who is this? It's the witch of my dreams. Brings a curse, in a hearse, is it hard to believe I am dead?
The skeptics bleed with judgement, receive this sacrifice. Contaminated in a world that rolls the dice. Decaying haze of order, defaced the life they chased. The blind distracting the epitome of waste
Nightmares and a devil-may-care, vindictive snide stare. Bitter kiss, bitter kiss, who is this? It's the witch of my dreams. Brings a curse, in a hearse, is it hard to believe I am dead?
Nightmares, snide stare. Nightmares, snide stare
Nightmares and a devil-may-care, vindictive snide stare. Bitter kiss, bitter kiss, who is this? It's the witch of my dreams. Brings a curse, in a hearse, is it hard to believe I am dead?
"No, who are you? Get away from me! No! Get away from me. No!"
Nightmares and a devil-may-care, vindictive snide stare. Bitter kiss, bitter kiss, who is this? It's the witch of my dreams. Brings a curse, in a hearse, is it hard to believe I am dead?
Nightmares and a devil-may-care, vindictive snide stare. Bitter kiss, bitter kiss, who is this? It's the witch of my dreams. Brings a curse, in a hearse, is it hard to believe I am dead?
The skeptics bleed with judgement, receive this sacrifice. Contaminated in a world that rolls the dice. Decaying haze of order, defaced the life they chased. The blind distracting the epitome of waste
Nightmares and a devil-may-care, vindictive snide stare. Bitter kiss, bitter kiss, who is this? It's the witch of my dreams. Brings a curse, in a hearse, is it hard to believe I am dead?
Nightmares, snide stare. Nightmares, snide stare
Nightmares and a devil-may-care, vindictive snide stare. Bitter kiss, bitter kiss, who is this? It's the witch of my dreams. Brings a curse, in a hearse, is it hard to believe I am dead?
"No, who are you? Get away from me! No! Get away from me. No!"
Nightmares and a devil-may-care, vindictive snide stare. Bitter kiss, bitter kiss, who is this? It's the witch of my dreams. Brings a curse, in a hearse, is it hard to believe I am dead?
