Dark hours in the otherside of midnight

Every day is a dark day for the damned

When life lies in ruins and we are confined by the rules of the sane

Condemnation and disrespect for perceived sins

But ain’t no finer colour, no purer a flavour of a bad mood

The chaos and the carnage

That follows the ice storm of acid rain

For when bleak barely defines your colour

Every day is a dark day indeed

 

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