Don't turn and walk away
Curved and bent coming, coming through
Make no sound, colors of you
In this place new and strange
You had us in a freeze
Flashes of neon mocking the sky
Humid in moonlight, flowers in bloom
I don't know much, but I'm not blind
Crosses of steel, iron and wine
The throne's overtaken, the horns will soon show
Selfish intentions easy to hide
Your aura is visible, blood's on your hands
Shades of grey, you leave on your way
Look back on those years you corrupted prick
See what you have accomplished with your foul trick
The future is written in dystopian stone
Carved and etched into man's every bone
Your grace has me well Don't turn and walk away Curved and bent coming, coming through Make no sound, colors of you In this place new and strange You had us in a freeze Flashes of neon mocking the sky Humid in moonlight, flowers in bloom I don't know much, but I'm not blind Crosses of steel, iron and wine The throne's overtaken, the horns will soon show Selfish intentions easy to hide Your aura is visible, blood's on your hands Shades of grey, you leave on your way Look back on those years you corrupted prick See what you have accomplished with your foul trick The future is written in dystopian stone Carved and etched into man's every bone Explain Request ×
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