I fell apart

no warning sign, no alibi
were fading faster then the speed of light
took our chance, crashed and burned,
no, we'll never learn

We both could see crystal clear,
That the inevitable end was near.
Made our choice, trial by fire,
To battle is the only way we feel alive.

So here we are, witching hour,
The quickest turn to divide and devour.
Divide and devour.
If I could end the quest for fire,
For truth, for love, for my desire

way-o.




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