If lights cheering through the fog,
chop down, hear the engine calls.
So cold burning through the plague,
wait up, daddy's coming back.
You're so alone. I'm coming home.
You need your fix. Gonna give you more!
Every time I plague into the light,
Against the moment in your eyes,
I can taste your cries!
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