33

In the end of times, what are we in now
Sharpening the knife, from the great divide
And I,
Don't know who I am anymore, no!

Falling away, falling away, falling away from me now
Falling away, fading away, faster, faster

Right into my hands
As I dance in the rain
Laughing at your pain
High off your dismay
As your burn

Right into my hands
As I dance on your grave
Laughing at your face
High off your dismay
As you burn, faster

Waking in a daze
Falling out again
Shaking, shivering
He's laughing in my face

High off your dismay
Faster, faster
As you burn
High off your dismay
Faster, faster
As you burn
High off your dismay
Faster
Faster
As you burn
Faster

Right into my hands
As I dance in the rain
Laughing at your pain
High off your dismay
As you burn
Right into my hands
As I dance on your grave
Laughing at your face
High off your dismay
As you burn
Faster



Credits
Writer(s): Mikey Rice
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