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Madness

The moon is dark, it has turned it’s back on me
Demons are lurking in the outskirts of my mind
My head is pounding, the ace is drowning time
But in the darkness there is a warming light
Your face is beautiful, your light is hurting
I want you close but I can’t take the pain
It is driving me crazy, it is driving me insane
I need to get stronger, I need to stop the game

I am crazy, but your memory remains
At night when demons are near
I think of you and they disappear
Your light hurt both me and them
Does that mean it’s a demon inside of me

If you where too come visit I would not know
My world is dark and unknown
Nothing like what I feel in your arms
I remember your lips so soft and sweet
Or are you just a dream I hope for
I can’t remember when I sold my soul
I can’t remember why I think of you
But I will try to find a way out
So I can see for my very own eyes
If you are real or another demon of mine

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