(All Hopes of a New Day)...Extinguished

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Disease to cause unease
 Is what we follow blindly
 Obscure spells and cures
 For all and everybody
 The damned are conjuring
 You shape, forever wanting
 Perfect and oh so sane
 So vain, and never taunting
 Worship an unseen force
 No hope for understanding
 Your faith is always worthless
 Always too demanding
 

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Duration
05:01
Key
3
Tempo
111 BPM

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