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The stoplights blink on the corner of the street
No sound is heard other than those at my feet
No cars pass by with their rumbling noise
No children in the lawns, playing with their toys
No warmth exists to heal my scars
No light shines other than the gloomy stars

I sit here now, upon the frozen ground
In this lonely world that makes no sound
My wounds bring me only pain
Blood spills like a cursed rain
For me there is no hope in sight
I'm completely alone on this cruel night

Only hurt can exist in my heart
As I watch my world just fall apart
All I have is fear and dread
Inside a corpse whose soul is dead
A lifeless monster in human form
My mind is battered by a deadly storm

The bells of the tower begin to ring
Its hollow sound as when demons sing
One ring, two rings, three rings, four
Like ghosts wailing in a horrid roar
My own heart no longer powered
My empty soul has been devoured

My wounds have scarred, I did not die
I rise to my feet, with life again I'll try
Alone as always I fight to make things right
Yet alone I will sit here another cold night
At four a.m. it is here I'll be
Will I still be alive? I guess we'll see