Enemies adorned by childish innocence Dictators rule Granted words you offer I urge to spread wings of decay Bridges fall to split the nation Walls enrise for better days to please Draining ditch - water from my eyes Retaliate A veil of mystery I feel Blindfold in obscurity In the shade of a tree I cannot remain here My sweetest passion My sweet, sweet revenge My sweetest passion My sweet retaliation Hammering on my fragile ideals In a cage of manic patience Drawn into a growing chaos My intentions seem to fall My state of mind an inferno This mind, which cannot comprehend A torment to my conscience My objectives lost in frozen shades Engraved The scars of time Yet never healed But still, the spark of hope does never rest My sweetest passion My sweet, sweet revenge My sweetest passion My sweet retaliation
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