In shadows, they walk eyes ablaze with deceit. Their whispers carve scars, in the heart's frail beat. Lurking in daylight, shrouded in lies. Fear the living, the masked and the veiled. Their venomous words, where trust has failed. The true darkness hides in flesh and bone, fear the living, for you are alone. Human serpents slither, under desolate skies. Beneath the surface, their malice festers. A legion of demons, in human gestures. Betrayal and scorn, their weapons of choice. The living dead march, with an unholy voice. In their eyes, no soul to find. Just void and lies, a wretched kind. They feast on hope, consume your trust. Turned to ash, a cloud of dust. So beware the living, more vile than the night. For in their embrace, there is no light. Their smiles like daggers, concealed in grace. Promises shattered, like glass on stone. In the realm of the living, we are all alone. No sanctuary, no haven found. In the presence of the living, only death's sound.
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Something about your music feels like getting beat over the head. Not many artists can do that.
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