The
storm rising
The
tides in our eyes
Branding
its kind of swords
The
pieces of blades shining light
Piercing
through the tides
Cutting
into our minds
Let
the fear touch our hearts
Let
there be no mistake
The
bad we do
We
can't escape
Though
we may smile
Standing
on the stage
We
think nobody will see
What
we do behind close curtains
Yet
when the truth falls into place
We
are stripped naked facing the truth
The
storm rising
Only
the truth will let us go free
The
pieces of blades shining light
Let
the fear sinking in our eyes
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