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Daily Dosage of Metal DCVIII

(another song of how i feel all the time)

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In my hour of need
Ha! You’re not there
And though I reached out for You
Wouldn’t lend a hand

Through the darkest hour
Grace did not shine on me
It feels so cold, very cold
No one cares for me

Did you ever think I get lonely?
Did you ever think that I needed love?
Did you ever think to stop thinking
You’re the only one that I’m thinking of?

You’ll never know how hard I tried
To find my space and satisfy you too

Things will be better when I’m dead and gone
Don’t try to understand, knowing you I’m probably wrong

But oh, how I lived my life for you
Still you’d turn away
Now as I die for you
My flesh still crawls as I breathe your name
All these years I thought I was wrong
Now I know it was you
Raise your head, raise your face, your eyes
Tell me who you think you are, who?

I walk, I walk alone
Into the promised land
There’s a better place for me
But it’s far, far away
Everlasting life for me
In a perfect world
But I gotta die first
Please God, send me on my way

Time has a way of taking time
Loneliness is not only felt by fools
Alone I call to ease the pain
Yearning to be held by you, alone, so alone, I’m lost
Consumed by the pain
The pain, the pain, the pain

Won’t you hold me again
You just laughed, ha, ha, b*tch
My whole life is work built on the past
But the time has come when all things shall pass
This good thing passed away

In My Darkest Hour

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Megadeth - In My Darkest Hour

Daily Dosage of Metal DCVII

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Haunting the cloudless black sky
Braver at night
Hidden as the lips of her cunt
She is keeping out of sight

Dark as her closed eyelids
Her secret
She comes to you with a serpent’s kiss
She has the power to foresee

She don’t fear the flames
She smile at the fire
Whisper the words of spell
Without fear without fright

Born for Burning!
Born for Burning!
Born for Burning!
Born…

She can’t feel the pain
She gaze at the sky
In the greedy flames
She will burn tonight

The beauty burning
Like the moon at harvest
Her seared flesh falling apart
And feed the hungry flames

Where the flame still bite her thigh
She is not afraid to die
She will burn again tonight
She will always burn
But her spirit shall survive…

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Bathory - Born for Burning

Satyricon - Born for Burning

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