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** A Proud Assistant Of Phoenix Rising
If I tell you to sleep with open eyes
Will you still dream of me dying...
Surrounded by walls
Walls full of pride...
There it is, Earth finally in sight
Reminding me of her again...
Voices, I could hear them calling
Flow, they will take me to where I belong...
Another morning with same headache
Hard to open eyes once again...
If Maturity comes by age, i guess i was born Old.
Time really flies us by
But not when we are in pain
Pick a rose from my grave
And keep it under your pillow
Dreams will take you to my black parade
Marching towards sorrow