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Happiness it seems has faded
In our lives so dull and jaded
A knife is twisted in the back
Of some undeserving senile hack
And yet the screams of silence
Disrupt the violence to whisper something more
And now your stabbed lying on the floor
Revenge it seems is sweet it's true
It kills the demons deep inside you
And blood, its color, dyes your dress
While fear and hate leave nothing less
The voices louder yet are screaming
Hallways reaming make the scene a dreary sight
One that haunts and taunts your dreams at night
All this madness tuns worse
As if guided by a curse
Further down the ...