I am the one who count the stars I feel, so real I m Stuck between two realms, this war will never end I see the world embrace my throne, the dead, THE DEAD WILL NEVER BORN THE DEAD WILL NEVER BORN I am, this insane monk in this dirty hole, You were just the one, I could not blame you Am I this permanent? Do I deserve this throne? Am I forever? I am, just rumors and sound Yeah, We are not what you think We are alone Long live the dying kings No, we take what we want We seem to drown To save us from their crowns Nothing can prevent your face from smashing to concrete, for I have this power which was given by yourself. Now, look at your god, taste this holy hate embrace this silent path. Was given to yourself.. Am I this permanent? Do I deserve this throne? Am I forever? I am, just rumors and sound Yeah, We are not what you think We are alone Long live the dying kings No, we take what we want We seem to drawn to save us from their crowns Its something sane For us, its real, apart from here Its prejudice I had a dream of future, present and past but you were dead, its not a crime to spend your life living in dreams where you just wait till you die, you need to see how it feels, it feels so real Yeah, We are not what you think We are alone Long live the dying kings No, we take what we want We seem to drown to save us from their crowns
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