One hundred and eighty days have passed since I've been here trapped deep inside this white beast.
We are it's hands we are it's blood.
Cold streets are what we follow lined with torn apart souls.
Dark hearts are being hidden to be found on our way home.
Speak now or forever hold your peace.
A companionship broken for greed
A companionship broken for green secret agendas
Rendezvous never spoken of behind the backs of the ones you loved.
You could have been there till the end, The bitter end when you said that it was go time.
Well you should have listened
It's your time to go.



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