As white as snow, the flow is red.
I wake up in the morning, the bed feels dead.
Elevate, we know, we speak the truth.
Hoping to God, that he'll come through.
No more lies, the flame then stops.
Acting like God, as if I lost.
No more rights, I continue to write.
Praying like Lucifer, to be that bright.
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