Lyrics Winner (Or Not) - NightShade
                                                Look 
                                                at 
                                                them, 
                                                leaving.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                cry 
                                                your 
                                                soul 
                                                out.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Promises 
                                                don't 
                                                make 
                                                sense 
                                                to 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                words 
                                                don't 
                                                mean 
                                                    a 
                                                thing.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Always, 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                for 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'd 
                                                like 
                                                it 
                                                better 
                                                to 
                                                watch 
                                                them 
                                                die.
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                you 
                                                are 
                                                walking 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                door,
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                words 
                                                will 
                                                slip 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                mind.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                knees 
                                                like 
                                                you 
                                                always 
                                                will,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                join 
                                                the 
                                                army 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                unfulfilled.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leave 
                                                your 
                                                heart 
                                                pounding 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                chest,
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                rest 
                                                will 
                                                grow.
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                intricate 
                                                plan 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                head 
                                                will
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                failure 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                end.
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                intricate 
                                                plan 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                head 
                                                will
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                failure 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                end.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                won't 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                second 
                                                chance,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                your 
                                                tears.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                even 
                                                one.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                one's 
                                                around 
                                                you 
                                                anymore.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                hand, 
                                                no 
                                                chance 
                                                to 
                                                help.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                from 
                                                now 
                                                on 
                                                all 
                                                alone,
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                front 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                remorses.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                one's 
                                                around 
                                                you 
                                                anymore.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                hand, 
                                                no 
                                                chance 
                                                to 
                                                help.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                from 
                                                now 
                                                on 
                                                all 
                                                alone,
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                front 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                remorses.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fuck.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rotting 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                asphalt 
                                                burial,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smothering 
                                                the 
                                                precious 
                                                flame.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                weak 
                                                have 
                                                blinded 
                                                our 
                                                wisdom,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Instilled 
                                                the 
                                                portrait's 
                                                promise.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Conforming 
                                                words 
                                                consume 
                                                our 
                                                feeble 
                                                minds 
                                                alike,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fueling 
                                                the 
                                                giant 
                                                atrocity 
                                                mutually.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feel 
                                                it 
                                                moving
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                coming 
                                                to 
                                                an 
                                                end.
 
                                    
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