Memory

Changed Habits

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Disguised wearing a black cloak no self-esteem
Pushin the way through hard times - mislead rivalry
Jumping over fields so plashy to read
There's no memory of the times the big greed

So better have another right here on the floor
To beat them in their faces experience more
The fight with the dark side wakes up your mind
You fall for it likewise the man falls for crime

The nightfall comes the sky turns red
Your eyes grow wide like you were dead

Blackening white shadows the face of it's own
Is it the humble moment flat to the bone
Supervise ambitions part of your own
To overcome the habit it's to late it's blown

The nightfall comes the sky turns red
Your eyes grow wide like you were dead

Is that when you are high
You seem to fly
You seem to fly
Is that when you are high
Up in disguise
Up in disguise
But you fly alone

Up in the skies

Time passes by
It is too late to decline
It's burried deep in your mind
You are to weak for goodbyes
And so the

Nightfall comes the sky turns red
Your eyes grow wide like you were dead