I don't expect mercy tonight.
She's gonna come for me tonight.
I hear you call me by somebody else's name.
Not gonna play this game tonight.
The black is coming, I'm done running away.
Instead I choose to hide in it again.
The pain brings on the warm familiar state.
I've got the silence tamed, darkness I'm not afraid of anymore.
I don't expect you to hold onto me tonight.
I don't expect you to believe that I'm alright.
I hear you call me by some demonic names.
Not gonna play this fucking game.
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