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Catch Them Moment (4 ratings) by Mark A. Christ
As our lifes passes on this ball of hate
We realize that emptyness and destruction was our fate
Dead we are, dead we've always been
Love whas the air that made us go on, but now that air is thin
One lonely soul can only speak when silence will have a voice
Cause if you're only one in a million, you're just a number and that dont leave you any choice
To be a name you haft to be on the famous and well known
If you're not, noone cares, you're a anonymous, a unknown
So cry and bleed, and worship gods that's unreal
But it wont do you know good, you soon will feel
So stop pretend and try to catch the moment
Cause soon that moment is gone, and it whas that whay it was ment
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