Their lies are honey laced with poison. They promise me, if I follow them, everything will be alright.
They are leading me into the gates of hell, and I am too weak to stop them as they pull me along.
Their manic grins glare at me through every single crack as I feel my mind slowly deteriorate, I can feel the puppet master pull at my strings
No rest for the angels, no hope for the optimistic.
-Phoenix
help. they won't stop yelling, they won't stop taunting.
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