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Angels of my Apocolypse

                                         Locked in puritys stomache

                                         Stuck in fanceys dreams

                                         unawaken from loves nightmares

                                         still hidden in the shadows

                                         there the seas glow crimsom

                                         there i will wait



                                         lost amongst a crowd

                                         could u point me which way is home

                                         scream go unheard

                                         scars go unoticed

                                         still echoes on

                                         shattered remants of another life

                                         a statue of hate for our existence

                                         reflections go deeper

                                         in my blood i see you

                                         in my cuts i feel you

                                         in my tears i hate you

                                         im infected