Born of another blinded fate
This couldn't of be a mistake
All of this has to be fake
Burn it all at the stake
Into our souls in breaks
To the on and off again
Start from the beginning
With nothing to gain
Angel of the story told
Slowly taken the soul
When we all try to hide
Bleeding the enemy inside
Hoping they don't mind
When you cross that line
To claim what's mine
Never to find
What is real
All this fear
Just to feel
Just to hear
Why are we here
Nothing is ever clear
Born of another blinded fate
This couldn't of be a mistake
All of this has to be fake
Burn it all at the stake
Into our souls in breaks
To the on and off again
Start from the beginning
With nothing to gain
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Dark Lords
Sith Datapad
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"To seperate, concentrate. Surrendering through meditation, centering the soul."
