[oohh oohh]
Into the night,
desperate and broken.
The sound of a fight,
father has spoken.
[oohh ohh]
We were the kings and queens of promise.
We were the phantoms of our selves.
Maybe the children of a lesser god,
between Heaven and Hell.
Heaven and Hell.
Into your lies,
hopeless and taken.
We stole our new lives,
through blood and pain,
in
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