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Into the fires
and out threw the flames
entering darkness and suffering pain
help me move on
threw the brush and wind
death and ice
cinnamon and spice
nothing better then being close to you

If you were an angel
i'd follow you into to heaven and hell
and back again
don't throw me into the fires
that i made myself

Keep moving on
and don't get caught up in the pain
don't let me drive you insane
better your life without me
drive the dagger into my back
and leave me there to die

While your suffering for what you've done
blinding lights shine upon you still
maybe it's an angel
or maybe it's god
maybe it's god
or maybe
it's
me