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Will the Sun come out to shine again

Skeptical I stand

In times of trouble life goes on

But I feel left behind

My eyes are blind

I can foretell

There is no Paradise, or Hell

The neon lights keep shining

They shine on me and you

Electrical shadow cast-down

Like voodoo

I can feel them one by one go in

Forced into my skin

A voodoo doll controlled by man

But no one understands the pain is real

I cannot see

I can foretell

There is no Paradise

There might be a Hell

But it's hard to tell

From black magic and voodoo