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Look me in the eyes
For nothing is alright
I wish to see the skies
O'er the dark city tonight

I just want to see them
The stars all aligned
Watch them, on the hem
Of the skies' frame of mind

Such beauty in the darkness
The moon over head
The pitch black starkness
Stirs awe instead of dread

And thought I can't see them
The stars up above,
I still can not condemn
This feeling of love

For blood looks black
When under the moon's light
And my skin won't crack
When I'm still in this fight

So I close my eyes
And I bite my tongue
Envision the skies
With stories unsung

All the stories of death
Moon watching over
Stories of breath
No longer leftover

And on my arms 
Are the lines
Of charms
And confines

Yet they remind me
The past is real
And now I see
This wicked deal

Blood looks so pretty
In the darkness of night
Lose your mind with me
It's quite a delight

Who said we need death
When they can die instead
Who says we need breath
When we're lost in our own head

So much that is wrong
But still feels so right
Called by the song
Of delicious demon delight

Call down the moon
To watch over our heart
As we scream out of tune
Like works of fine art

Never do our heart rates quicken
For you cannot be feared
If you fear what does sicken
Those who are so fearfully geared

But fear is no foe
No, fear is a friend
It watches from bellow
As we let it bow and bend

Imagination and fear
The works of an artist
Lend them your ear
And you'll see what your part is

They hate us here
But do bear in mind 
They do not give ear
To those undefined. 

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