DEIMANTAS - Dark
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DEIMANTAS, three seven - Dark
(Chorus)
In the heart of midnight’s cloak
I stroll
Where moonlight tiptoes and stars console
The dark, my confidante, my silent muse
Its ink spills tales of grit—the highs, the bruise
(Verse)
All life is a mystery to me
In it feel mystical
It makes no sense for me
To wait for peace
The dark ain’t scary;
It’s my midnight spark
Where metaphors bloom
And realities hark
(Chorus)
In the heart of midnight’s cloak
I stroll
Where moonlight tiptoes and stars console
The dark, my confidante, my silent musе
Its ink spills tales of grit—the highs, the bruisе
(Chorus)
In the heart of midnight’s cloak
I stroll
Where moonlight tiptoes and stars console
The dark, my confidante, my silent muse
Its ink spills tales of grit—the highs, the bruise
(Verse)
All life is a mystery to me
In it feel mystical
It makes no sense for me
To wait for peace
The dark ain’t scary;
It’s my midnight spark
Where metaphors bloom
And realities hark
(Chorus)
In the heart of midnight’s cloak
I stroll
Where moonlight tiptoes and stars console
The dark, my confidante, my silent musе
Its ink spills tales of grit—the highs, the bruisе
