Skies of the Past
Ecö-Shöck
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Chased throught the skies of my past,
Parts of life I thought had gone
To find light within the mist,
Repent mans sins.
You stare fate in the eye,
Standing frozen and entranced
You turn and try to fun,
Struggling to break free
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The beast has you in its grip,
Darkened eyes searching your soul
It says you cannot win,
Unless you find the light within.