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Just like our dreams we are going nowhere.
All we have are empty hearts in broken frames.
Our show has expired, there is no love, there is no desire.
Hate in the air, soul in despair, the caretaker came by, he couldn't repair.
Bag of death wrapped around me, gave up on faith, gave in to catastrophe.
Our show has expired, there is no love, there is no desire.
Red stained hands over the sink, stop and think of what could've never been.
The sound of steel birds gliding beneath me, heaven is so heavenly, thank you for releasing me.
Our show had expired, there was no love, there was no desire.
