At night comes howling
To take all strolling thoughts, to dream
To live in a realm that is fixed
Bordered by heartless heart
Wind is blowing
To hear the boldest statement
And see it turn completely untrue
Rotten to the marrow
Given hope, hollow
Her lips were wet with venomous poison able to
Open the gates of lust and hatred aimed at you
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