The Seventh Circle


The sun is silent in this place,
And throw these hopes into the flames
Place these dreams in the palm of your hand,
And crush, and crush, and crush them to dust

I'm reaching out to a hand that no longer extends
And letting go has never been my thing,
Letting go has never been my thing

Lets wave one last goodbye,
To this nightmare that we once knew
Lets wave one last goodbye,
To this nightmare that we once knew

This is a tragedy,
I fear that we are all doomed

No one will make out it alive
No one will make out it alive
No one will make out it alive
No one will make out it alive
No one will make out it alive
No one will make out it alive
No one will make out it alive
No one will make out it alive
No one will make out it alive

I fear that we are all doomed
I fear that we are all doomed
We are forsaken in eyes of the truth







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