If all your monsters were real
And all your heroes fake
How would that make you feel
How much could you take?
To know all truths were lies
And all evils were true
That the darkness in your eyes
Is all that’s left of you
That is truly breaking
That is death of hope
With the walls around you shaking
How is it you could cope?
But in the end there’s always light
Even in the deepest depths of hell
In the darkness of the night
These are thoughts we know to well
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