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03-14-07
Mental Circus Welcome to this candlelight intro a black parade of mutilated sanity with all of my severed tragedies. You called the angels, hey, why’d you call the angels? and surrender to sleeping forever. Welcome to my candlelight intro and hail, hail I’m full of grace and disgrace! now I’m anthemia? anathema I will remain! Hey, I won’t call the angels! did you even want to hold on? why didn't you hold on love? Welcome, welcome, to my candlelight darkness my “mirror, mirror” of insanity where life is torn apart and stitched together again in a sick parody Hey, you called the angels! but I can’t call the angels, or I’ll sleep forever! Welcome, welcome to my dark parade this mutilated reality that’s now meant for me and I’ll hold on, hold on! Won’t call the angels!! Hey, call the angels welcome to a mental circus!
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