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The whispers of the night in deal, you hear

The promises adhered you cannot heal

You wash away your sins today

You find in you a muted death

Dreaded into fray a hymn of screams

And stories told, a soul is sold for hate

A pendulum of which you will regret

You wish to never live again

You're stuck in darkened days

Your screams

They turn

The dial

Dying for a chance

To make things right

But the world

The world has turned its back to you

You're stuck in darkened days

Your screams

They turn

The dial

Dying for a chance

To make things right

But the world

The world has turned its back to you