I won't become a carrier of gloom
Though the house is empty and bare
I'll stay in the shadows of my lair
Death and destruction reoccurring themes
life really is a big joke it seems
So the black becomes blue
The sky changing hue
Run from the forthcoming light
Like an animal filled with fright
Seek shelter from the dawn
until the daylight is gone
This world hard and cold
Wears you down, makes you old
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