She raises her head up,
as it should be
To see the future,
care less about the past
Sometimes it feels so sick,
sometimes so sweet…
She heard the calling
and those faded memories came again
Every time they are slightly more unclear
So she feels like a humble slave
So she waits
for the moment that will come
And the gun that could
make it fast this time
No less than agony rules this place
“I cannot fix my life
so it will burn if I can decide”
Raise your hand against the devil
and you’ll always lose
Fight without empathy
and keep your eyes on the price
Eventually you will become
a beast of your own
Raise your hand against the devil
And you’ll always lose
There’s no one else
holding the lighter
And in one second
there’s fire in her eyes

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