What's the use of being here again
In this world of hidden fears
See my anger rising in the air
And make clouds of bloody tears
Inside my heart the angel sighs
Blackest sun laughs on my head
I don't care about tomorrow's day
The moning light blind like a bat
Landing on this heavy ground again
While dreams are dying in a cage
I try to fight against the hollow wings
And then I burn another page
Is this blood on my brow
What's the use of being here again
In this world of hidden fears
See my anger rising in the air
And make clouds of bloody tears
Is this blood on my brow.
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