Cell



Tonight the stars revolt

Time to take back the night

The curling edges are to be smoothed

We feel it consumed


Tonight we revolt

Tired of the meaningless grind

Kill the wrinkles of time

Lie with our eyes open


Sing to me, and sing to me sweetly

I've grown tired of your lies

Pull apart your face

Make the truth come alive


Kill the time so slowly Crash the party and raise Hell Take what is rightfully ours Reposses the night





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