Dark Skies
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Dark Skies
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Dark Skies
Knee deep in shit
And slowly sinking
No hope, yet no sorrow
Just fighting for tommarow
Umbilically tried to each other
And feeding off the mother
No cries and no smiles
Just seeing though a child's eyes
My thoughts regressing to the past
All hope is gone this cannot last
Peace is hiding
The key to life
Time is running out
Deceit's a game
Death is a savior
Dressed in pain
Hell is redeeming
Forver bleeding
Crazy running though the fields
Dark skies come
I've found a bit of happiness here
So don't cry for me
Don't believe, Don't believe it can end....
It can never end...
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Kevorkian Death Cycle performs "Dark Skies", and this lyric page sits inside the Kevorkian Death Cycle catalog on LyroVerse.
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