The sunsets that are never seen
the worlds that we are stuck between
why is it we can't learn to feel
All these thoughts born of Angel Dust.
The simple crimes of injustice.
We're losing touch with what is real.
And now I will make my last stand,
watch castles crumble into sand
to learn what makes life so surreal.
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