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Carry on...Screaming

I've knelt at your alter
I've cut out my heart
I've lived in your Ruins
my pain is your art
my wrists are bound tight so as not to bleed
my eyes were so dark so as not to see
the memories of the past are fading like a bad dream
Ive never been so alone than with you
I've never been scared to dream until now
I can't close my eyes
I'll carry on, screaming
Your words are like ice, they melt in the heat
The cold and the pain which you seem to breed
Have become what you are and left your ruins empty.


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