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Blaming yourself ‘til the end of your days

Their claws grabbed your life and ripped it away

Carved in your skin, memory and blade

the moment in which turned gangrenous your flesh

The man in the mirror

gun to your head

like if you can kill what’s already dead

scratching the wound

devouring your soul

there in the glass, Jekyll and Hyde brutally fight

Is there any hope for us

dirty futures, broken past

You stole my life and I’m gonna take back what’s mine

Is there any hope for us

dirty futures, broken past

You stole my life and I’m gonna take back what’s mine

The children of the grave we won’t come down without fight

The children of the grave we won’t come down without fight

They dragged you away, useless and wrecked

who’s gonna pay for that sanity taken

a knife against their back won´t mend a broken glass

but revenge is a good pill to swallow and smile.