All I see is tragedy Reality and agony There's got to be some good left in the world Hidden away from all this darkness Leaving death behind My soul and open wound See it's bleeding thought I'd cry if I could But I'm immune to emotion The end injected into desolate hearts Corrupted bodies not afraid of the dark Forgotten children of a sickening world Bleeding from sickening wounds There's got to be some good left in the world Hidden away from all this torture Leaving death behind
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