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The tunnel doesn't always lead to white lights and luxury,
Sometimes it leads to flames.
I welcome you to my reality,
Deception is my aim...
The blood that flows from gaping wounds
Isn't always red,
It can be black to match the hearts
Of people already dead.
When I find myself bleeding
The blood is black, not red.
Though I may be live in body,
My sprirt has long been dead...
Angels aren't always good
Sometimes they can be cruel
An example of this is Satan's followers
Deception is our tool....
So I warn you now to get away
Before the shroud of night
My kind are those not safe to be with
In the fleeting full moon's light...
The tunnel doesn't always lead to white lights and luxury,
Sometimes it leads to flames.
I welcome you to my reality,
Deception is my aim...
The blood that flows from gaping wounds
Isn't always red,
It can be black to match the hearts
Of people already dead.
When I find myself bleeding
The blood is black, not red.
Though I may be live in body,
My sprirt has long been dead...
Angels aren't always good
Sometimes they can be cruel
An example of this is Satan's followers
Deception is our tool....
So I warn you now to get away
Before the shroud of night
My kind are those not safe to be with
In the fleeting full moon's light...
by M.S.M
