A dead man walking
Amongst the choir of singing angels
Staring down the clouds
Seeing nothing at all
Blanks eyes staring
Looking for a life to ruin
Whilst the demons
Chanted hymns to Satan
River of fire flowed
Drifting inside -- memories that burned
Black crisps flying in the wind
Killing conscience
Between Heaven and Hell
::Syamil::
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