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With heading and stead go right back and forth You're gracing them all with the little respect you hold Green and gold As someone this way comes to conjure the corpse You'll never laugh quite as well as when it all fades to a flicker of former self bleeding an inner hell Suffering paid for in honesty What we lose down here will not be found Corner all your false hopes you're willingness will be... That's when the mask of the man eclipses the face and we will answer to him singing the muse what know will end never meant as it begins No longer idle and cold writing in flame Spinning on your laurels come quick don't question worth flicker in the false hope of putting back on what's gone Your words world is down here Flicking in false hope on putting back what's gone From Letras Mania