Becoming (The)
Dressed In Black
Rows of bodies dressed in blackThe sound of death and colored glassWe cry, she's passedWe admit in consequenceSomeone else or something is to blame for thisBut know your death awaits youSo face the night alone and say hello until that dayTears are so in vainWhen we say we're not afraid of anythingUntil that dayAnd it's easier to thinkThat she's left us for a better place than thisWe're all scared and buried soulsWe are killers hiding in the coldIn the cold
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