Vasto Grom

Upon this beautiful web of lies
I sleep and rest my head
Unbeknownst to all the other
The me they knew is dead
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I have found myself to wonder
Will my dark dreams tear me asunder

What be it that causes this burning in my soul
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Just like the sun rises and sets each day.
So will my hatred continually eat away.
Until everything is gone.
And all that is left are the pictures I've drawn.
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Is it wrong to be so young and yet be so full of hate?
Is it wrong that I can never stop telling lies so that no one knows how sad and lonely I am?
Is it wrong that all I want to do is cry but can't?
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When a hero comes
There'll be no more fear
When our hero comes
No longer will we shed tears
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I put a gun to my head
Which was full of dread
Knowing that I would rather be dead
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(Sing to 'My Jolly Sailor Bold' from Pirates of The Caribbean: On Stranger Tides)

I am in love with a goddess
By her side I'll always stay
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Madness! ! !
Take me my sweet!
My beloved madness!
Return me to my feet! !
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Once more I stare back upon my life
And see all that I have lost

Though I now stand tall and am beginning down the road of contentment
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I died fighting a foe none other would dare. But death shall not keep me. For I shall return and be known as Nightmare.

When the statue of the Virgin Mary cries blood and the cross turns black, I will return, I will come back.
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I am the strongest I can be.
Cause I except me for me.
I am different, some say insane.
But trust that nothing is wrong with my brain.
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In a land full of crime and corruption
where sorrow and suffering is common
I am truly free
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If I set the demon free
blood would stain the ground
he would kill those who get in his way
to oppose him would mean a painful death
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And slowly
I wander this world that I know
I find myself
Dreaming that one day I'll go
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I hear them again......
The voices and the screams.....
No matter how I try it always comes back to this.
Always to this......
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Such a trivial thing
So small and insignificant
And yet it means more to me than I believed
More than I ever intended it to mean
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My heart was pierced by cupid.
I disdained all glistening gold.
There was nothing that could console me.
But my goddess I longed to hold.
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I remember those dreaded halls
All that blood splattered on the walls
The people had all gone mad
While they were murdering each other they almost seemed glad
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