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• Artiste: Poorstacy
• Titre: Children Of The Dark
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Children, of the dark The broken-hearted and forbidden Our shadows aren't the only ones that listen I'm still here, I cut myself for your attention Through the night, will I come out? Screaming, she's sharp like a needle She pokes right into my veins (Into my veins, into my veins, into my veins) And I, don't know how much I can take She's sharp like a needle She pokes right into my veins (Into my veins, into my veins, into my veins) And I, don't know how much I can take Don't know how much I can take Don't know how much I can ta-a-ake Don't know how much I can take Don't know how much I can Crawling through the cracks, my fingеrnails are painted black All of our guns and kill your friends, wе're living young and dying fast Close the door before you leave and make sure never to come back Blood is dripping down the walls, there's bodies piling up in stacks And the worst thing of it all is that I chuckled and I laughed Screaming, she's sharp like a needle She pokes right into my veins (Into my veins, into my veins, into my veins) And I, don't know how much I can take She's sharp like a needle She pokes right into my veins (Into my veins, into my veins, into my veins) And I, don't know how much I can take Children of the dark Children of the dark Children of the dark Children of the dark Children of the dark