Sleep, come gently as the wind,
Run your soft fingers through my hair
And whisper tender lullabies in my ears.
I never dreamed that I'd end up like this,
Drifting from one island to the next
Listening to others' songs reciting my pain.
Cruel cruel people, cruel cruel me
Beholding the world with eyes that do not see
And a heart that does not feel.
No, I don't want to be weak,
I want to burn their world to the ground
And look down from my chariot of victory.
Traverse over each land till no land is left
And darkness hunts in the remains,
Hearts and souls of the perished.
Gratify or satisfy, wander or wane
The choice is to make or already made
No, I don't want to give in tonight.
Run your soft fingers through my hair
And whisper tender lullabies in my ears.
I never dreamed that I'd end up like this,
Drifting from one island to the next
Listening to others' songs reciting my pain.
Cruel cruel people, cruel cruel me
Beholding the world with eyes that do not see
And a heart that does not feel.
No, I don't want to be weak,
I want to burn their world to the ground
And look down from my chariot of victory.
Traverse over each land till no land is left
And darkness hunts in the remains,
Hearts and souls of the perished.
Gratify or satisfy, wander or wane
The choice is to make or already made
No, I don't want to give in tonight.
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