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Artiste:
Jeramee Quicksill
Titre:
Silent Hill
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Along the barren streets you walk Down the alley ways you hear them squawking Creeping, crawling, sounds enthralling Darkness envelopes Ash begins to fall They chase you through the mall Staring at you high up on the wall It's all but a dream Though not all as you may seem Should I really be afraid to fall from this beam? Let me wake, god let me awaken Every thought left in my head is oh but shaken Is god even there? Should I even dare ask? It's all so doubtful when I'm haunted by that mask How could a key even get into this flask? Who expects me to make it to that door When these demons torment me forever more What kind of sick joke is this? What happened to the people and places that I miss Once when I only felt bliss Now I only see that creepy thing hiss Is there no way out? With whom must I bout? With what realization should I come to To make this dream stop Before eventually I have nothing left And can only seem to drop What are these creatures They have such horrish features I crash and I slash, too many to mash Wading through the ash Searching every stash It's all in my mind It continues to grind Eventually I will find What I'd left behind What I've refused to see That's made me, me Why I can never feel free From this damned town I hear the siren calling My soul is oh but falling As I drown in the sound I may as well be under the ground Heading towards the light With all my might It's far too bright Getting hard to fight It's always been known Since you've grown The closer to the fire you get The more you get burned Those buried emotions begin to churn All that time lost that you now yearn to earn back All fades to black He's gone off the track Silent hill What a thrill You know the drill.. Come get your fill.