Aleister C.
Stroke
It's not easy to be alone And having to face the facts The wrath from the past always returns And knocks down the weak Hate seeds the soul And all that's been done becomes tears Strong as a stroke We're eternal slaves of life Eternal slaves of rage We're the corrosive acid of fear Will it all be so hard? The searches, the falls, nothing is by chance But what can we do but face reality? Strong as a stroke Repeat 1st verse
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