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Will our choices make a difference?
Will the answers reveal itself?
Will the path we take make us think
"Are we the story made with paper and ink?"
Oh, I don't know
But still I go
Now, do I know the path or have you betrayed my good faith?
Bring the rain
Create my nightmare
Bring the spiders to creap away
Dancing in starlight
Dance with the dead
Dance with the devil from whom we have fled
The night is still a young one
Ten minutes is enough to wake me up
I think we are the story made with paper and ink
I wish there was another way
A dream in a dream within a dream
Within your fantasy of death and despair without hope
Close your mind for any other
Who will take you and make you strong
I can tell you're not a fighter
Make the call to abort this war
Oh, it's too late
It's getting dark
And all the lights you see are shots from the men you will kill
Men who are scared and unprepared for what the future brings
Don't send them to Hell
Not just yet
Oh, it's too late
It's getting dark
And all the lights you see are shots from the men you will kill
Men who are scared and unprepared for what the future brings
Don't send them to Hell
Not just yet