She holds me firm...from ashes to dust
She can’t see... that I am corroding to rust
Ending the world in vein...craving the surreal oblivion
Seconds would bring tides...seconds would decide
Beyond me the world dies... But still there is something called Hope
The hope is on hold...the hope is waiting...waiting for Hearts of Gold!!!
And I thought why am I feeling so cold...
Its because this skin that I am wearing is so old...
The master & the commander are preparing to conquer
The slaves are ripping apart their souls
Death horrifies death to bat outta hell
Survivors are living on the edge
Breaking apart in the blood bath
Maybe this is…wat has to be the WRATH!
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