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Virtue is lost
Beyond this life in here
Beneath the need of existence
The vicious scream
And everything she longs for turns to black
The giver calls sweet home, vindication,
And black waits for everything
Does she realise what shes become?
But shes not waking
And shes not feeling
But shes not waking
Shes still feeling
Follow the sirens song,
To face this empty cycle.
Searching the darkest nights
Searching the silence
And does it make you sick?
Can you hear me as she touches?
Does it make you feel beautiful?
Bloodshed under the streetlight.
And does it make you sick?
Oh God! We got a bleeder here
Does it make you beautiful?
Heartbreak under the streetlight.
Shes lost again.
Your dream are enslaved,
Corrupted, as a lathe.
Virtue is lost
Beyond this life in here
Beneath the need of existence
Her face is grey
And everything she longs for is pulling away
Follow the sirens song
To face this empty cycle.
Searching the darkest night
Searching the silence.
Follow the sirens song,
To face this empty cycle.
Searching the darkest night,
Searching the silence.
Dead by first light,
They cant wipe the blood from her eyes.
Dead by first light,
They cant wipe the blood from her eyes.
Dead by,
Dead by first light.
Dead by,
Dead by first light