When the days are cold and the cards all fold and the saints we hail all are made of gold... I wanna hide the truth I wanna shelter you, but, with the
Beast inside there's no where we can hide. No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed....(skipping parts) dont get to close; its dark inside.
Created by: sademogirl
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