Blackened White

Haunted By Angels

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You up ahead, hands against the wall.
Easily mislead, so you took the fall.
Do it once again, you think you know it all.
Leader till the end, when you hear the call.

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These are my eyes. Can you see them?
This is my voice. Can you hear it?
This is my mind. I'm goin' crazy.
This is my life, in blackened white.

Reaping all life's pleasures, knowing damn well that it's wrong.
You stand before the pressure, and it makes you strong.
Convicted and admitted, to another shame.
You hear the crime committed, screaming out your name.

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