I followed death into the grove
It turned to me and whispered go
It’s time to rise above
It’s time to rise up
Then death it flew into my hair
And it got tangled there
The more it struggled it cried
And then death (it) died
Anvils not angels weigh in
Dark matter
Brawlers betray championing
Dark matters
Challenging our universe
Dark matters
Strengthened when weakened
Reversed
Dark matters
My angels, my angels are tired
My angels, my angels are tired
My angels, my angels are tired
My angels, my angels are tired

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