They believe its light, its actually dark.
They don't feel it, because the bite is not like a sharks.
They won't see the blood, its there souls that is bleeding.
More and more everyday, the wrong feelings they are feeding.
But its 'them' who do this, because 'they' know how.
Wish they could break loose, but to the system they bow.
To unplug from the new world...will they be able.
Or have they lost their souls...to the fallen angel.
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