Chaotica - Something Wicked

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Something wicked This way comes for you Cultivates your fears And burrows through Burns the light away And leaves the hate Frail is the mind Of this wicked state Hatred Can you feel it Building up inside? Hurting Can you feel Your mental suicide? Losing everything Everyone that you see; God have mercy On the likes of me Silence Deafens that which You cannot explain Fury building up inside Your chest again Futile is the path On which you Lightly tread Why should you Retaliate when your Cause is dead? Something wicked This way comes for you Cultivates your fears And burrows through Burns the light away And leaves the hate Frail is the mind Of this wicked state Passion fizzles out Like it's a Candle flame Darkness rides along With many Different names Tempers fueled with Primal instinctual rage The inner beast Escapes the outer cage Frailty, now it's time To watch the giant fall Empty is the heart After it's seen it all Hollow is the soul When all is said And done Now you're left alone With nowhere to run Something wicked This way comes for you Cultivates your fears And burrows through Burns the light away And leaves the hate Frail is the mind Of this wicked state Something wicked This way comes for you Cultivates your fears And burrows through Burns the light away And leaves the hate Frail is the mind Of this wicked state
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