Behold, a Pale White Horse

[Verse 1]
Every month, a maze
Tryna find a way
Hiding me, blinding me, yeah
Cutting through the vein
Blame it on the blade

[Pre-Chorus]
Am I learning to be good in a city of hurt?
Is the flame now furniture and I forgot how to burn?
And I lie, lie, lie to myself every night
When I say I'm doing fine
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ooh

[Outro]
Yes, we'll all be fifty in here, and we'll all be sexy
But Jack will be seventy (*Laughter*)
You are now listening to All Blades Perish Radio
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