(Ded.2 Mama) *
In case I'm gone,
When I'm seen no more.
In the depth of pain,
Wet up through the rain.
Tryin' hard to chase the
forfeited dream.
In a closet from my enemies'
Eyes and yet found in the
Whirlwind's furnace.
Parallel from Hades-line,
Keepin' me outta hellbound.
Caught up in the devil's tempt,
Prayin' hard til the day they,
Free me or an escape sans the
scars.
Amidst the clouds down
I come; to fulfill my prophecy
To dramatize, why should I
lie?
When I'm gone.
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