It must have been inside my head
I’ve lost the hope that I have lived
And now, at last, it comes to pass
We sleep, we dream, we have no less
Along the path we lost our way
It’s all a game that I must play
And now the weak that fall return to ash, defeated after all
Fade away to the wicked world we left
And I become the dark of you
Say a prayer for the wounded heart within as I become the dark of you

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