No matter where I turn it all looks the same.
I never sleep at night, I just stay up and wait.
But the burning in my blood never came.
Will I know it? Will I know it when I see it?
Will I know it? Will I know it when you're here?
I need you now, I need you more than ever before, before.
I know that where I am is not who I should be.
The devil take my hand and says child come with me.
My body shivers and aches. I can't break free.
Why do the things I hate come so naturally?
When we see the light when we're going home.
We'll dance on our graves with our bodies below.
Music: Dance on our graves - Paper Route
Mood: Pensive
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