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Satan#39;s song

Written by Citadel
Though the reason youíre the cure, in search of the disease
Is beyond your comprehension, youíre just happy that you please
All the faces that surround you, mocking every waking dream
In the silence they astound you, for they cannot hear you scream
Yet they know that deep inside you, thereís an angel without form
Fuelled by their senseless evil, in the flames it is reborn
Itís the fusion that aligns,
Itís the meter without rhyme,
As you live between the lines

Your shadow falters, though you hear it in the wind
Crying to its captive leader, to forgive it that it sinned
It is your every mortal failure, it is every mist you fled
Yet itís history repenting, shouting that it was misled
Inside your conscience mourns itís passing, makes you walk into the sun
For the shadow needs your glory, if the two are to be one
Itís the paradox that binds,
Itís the reason youíre defined,
As you walk amongst your kind

Go into the streets that scare you, theyíre beneath your own contempt
Smell the innocence that bore you, that you thought was Heaven-scent
Burn to ashes in the doorways, incense for unceasing eyes
Let you inner-sense define you, though you pray to shuttered skies
For tomorrow is a sentence that is stuttered and is served
By the simpleton that treasured what their own innocence spurned
Itís the prison of your mind,
Itís the reason you are mine,
As you sell your soul to time