You see the blackness
in every moon
you smell a poison though you're feeding from the silver spoon
you hear the minor
in every scale
you think the wolf's the one who's winning every fairy tale
you taste the bitter
in every breath
you see tomorrow as one giant leap towards your death
your future's history
your present's past
the sun may shine but you can smile because you know it won't last
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