No warning signs, no alibi. We faded faster than the speed of light. Took our chance, crashed and burned. No, we'll never ever learn.
We both could see crystal clear that the inevitable end was near. Made our choice; a trial by fire. To battle is the only way we feel alive.
I fell apart, but got back up again. And then I fell apart, but got back up again.
So here we are, the witching hour. The quickest tongue to divide and devour. If I could end the quest for fire, for truth, for love and my desire, myself.
Alibi, 30STM.
This Is War.
#echelon
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