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Black Market Hell

Aiden

My Wings are torn away
Spit words like Knives

Inside the fields
a former life decay
a poison sword we swallow
Will you fall back

Sing for your health
Sing for the lonely nights existing in hell.
In a loveless world we seem to live

My Wings are torn
I suffocate
in the darkest place
of the black market hell i live

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