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Hearts are growing cold

Believing all I’m told

Young is turning old

Souls are being sold



Devils in disguise

Burn away the lies

The angel gently cries

But never dies



Trapped in ice and isolation

My sins are screaming

And shine upon your face



The fire is getting cold

Time is bought and sold

The lines begin to fold

Breaking out of my mold



Demons in disguise

Drown in “how’s” and “why’s”

My spirit gently flies

And never dies



Trapped in ice and isolation

My sins are screaming

And shine upon your face



I will not rest until

The serpents start to sing

And melt my frozen wings



Because I will make it out of here

Such a wicked game

Such a shattered frame

Such a perfect pain

Such a frozen flame



I will not rest until

You and I are one

And I can touch and feel the sun