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Had I not known the darknessI could not love the lightWere it not for gravity there would be no flightHad I not lost the path, I'd have never found my wayEqual parts my heart I gave to bloom and to decayWith a rattle and a grind I find that I'm back at my favorite partI may not be your kind if your kind is faint or heartWhen the World is sick and tired and it's begging you to fall apartYou may be hanging by a thread but now you're state of the artI call upon my demons as I call upon my saintsI lend an equal ear to each and I suffer no complaintsWhen the furies be your ushers and the shadows be your guideThe best way out of hell is through the other sideWith a rumble and a grind... From Letras Mania