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There’s something dark inside and it
Lives without the sun
There’s something dark inside and it
Wants to have its fun

It’s okay, it’s alright, it’s alright,
It’s okay, it’s alright, it’s alright,

There’s something cruel inside and it
Lives to cause the pain
By destroying something beautiful
All because it is so vain

It’s okay, it’s alright, it’s alright,
It’s okay, it’s alright, it’s alright,

They offer solace from its poison
It refuses, it wants attention
For reasons unexplainable
That it’s reluctant to mention
The porcelain is shattered
And the writing is on the wall
They beg it for its mercy
But it just won’t care at all

And the mother and the daughter
They sleep in their graves
And the father and the writer
They sleep in their graves
And the liar and the martyr
They sleep in their graves
And the lover and the fighter
They sleep in their graves

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