Lyric
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Maybe
|
red's
|
like
|
roses?
|
Maybe
|
it's
|
a
|
pool
|
of
|
blood,
|
the
|
innocents
|
will
|
lay
|
in
|
when
|
the
|
end,
|
you
|
fail
|
to
|
save
|
them.
|
Their
|
dying
|
eyes
|
are
|
wide
|
and
|
white
|
like
|
snow,
|
and
|
now
|
they
|
know
|
the
|
cost
|
of
|
trusting
|
you's
|
obliteration.
|
Mirrors
|
will
|
shatter,
|
|
Lyric
|
crushed
|
by
|
the
|
weight
|
of
|
the
|
world,
|
the
|
pillars
|
collapse
|
in
|
shame.
|
There'll
|
be
|
no
|
rest,
|
there'll
|
be
|
no
|
love,
|
there'll
|
be
|
no
|
hero
|
in
|
the
|
end
|
who
|
will
|
rise
|
above.
|
And
|
when
|
it
|
ends,
|
the
|
good
|
will
|
crawl.
|
The
|
shining
|
light
|
will
|
sink
|
in
|
|
Lyric
|
darkness,
|
victory
|
for
|
hate
|
incarnate,
|
misery
|
and
|
pain
|
for
|
all,
|
when
|
it
|
falls.
|
Swallowed
|
by
|
the
|
darkness,
|
soon
|
the
|
moon
|
is
|
bathed
|
in
|
black,
|
the
|
light
|
of
|
hope
|
is
|
taken
|
and
|
discontent
|
is
|
the
|
contagion.
|
The
|
blinding
|
eyes
|
that
|
burn
|
a
|
yellow
|
flame,
|
the
|
|
Lyric
|
embers
|
that
|
remain
|
will
|
light
|
the
|
fuse
|
of
|
condemnation.
|
Kingdoms
|
in
|
tatters,
|
hung
|
on
|
the
|
brink
|
of
|
a
|
war,
|
the
|
peace
|
will
|
succumb
|
to
|
flames.
|
This
|
is
|
not
|
a
|
tragedy,
|
it's
|
not
|
an
|
accident.
|
You
|
placed
|
your
|
faith
|
in
|
fools
|
and
|
now
|
you'll
|
smother
|
|
Lyric
|
in
|
lament.
|
They
|
play
|
the
|
part
|
of
|
allies,
|
claiming
|
peace
|
their
|
only
|
goal,
|
but
|
once
|
the
|
fight
|
for
|
power
|
starts
|
they'll
|
eat
|
each
|
other
|
whole.
|
Their
|
iron
|
gloves
|
point
|
fingers,
|
they'll
|
wage
|
a
|
war
|
of
|
blame,
|
and
|
mankind
|
will
|
wilt
|
in
|
pain.
|
There'll
|
be
|
|
Lyric
|
no
|
rest,
|
there'll
|
be
|
no
|
love,
|
there'll
|
be
|
no
|
hero
|
in
|
the
|
end
|
who
|
will
|
rise
|
above.
|
And
|
when
|
it
|
ends,
|
the
|
good
|
will
|
crawl.
|
The
|
shining
|
light
|
will
|
sink
|
in
|
darkness,
|
victory
|
for
|
hate
|
incarnate,
|
misery
|
and
|
pain
|
for
|
all,
|
when
|
it
|
falls.
|
|