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Melodic Massacre (feat. Ben Tomalin)

Lydia the Bard/Ben Tomalinhuatong
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Sleep soundly little baby

Stay quiet and then maybe

You'll grow so big and tall

You'll grow to end them all

Red moon's out tonight

Shadows prowl and strike

And we're all falling down

Crimson streaks they fly

Singing lullabies

Silent screams make no sound

So you would welcome a wolf to your house

But be careful be cautious to keep it in sight

Once the wolf learns of the truth of this world

You'll know the night

You'll know the night

Indoctrinate the young and scared

To hate and fear and love you

Then navigate the world you've made

When all those wolves turn on you

A melodic massacre

You're amateur

A weight off my back

Melancholic harbinger

Enough Mother

Your mask starts to crack

Psychotic arbiter now does it hurt

Losing your pet as she surpasses you

You will fade

And I am made anew

Cinders spark to flame

Violent renegade

It's a dog eat dog world

Symphony of war

Who composed the score

Night grows cold

As the true creator takes the floor

Think you can hide away watch from the sides

Well get ready to fight put your sword up defend

Brought up in fire the pain never stops

But you'll know your end

The predator prays as prey hunts and plays

Tell me are you scared now

Locked in a cage left to the wolf's rage

Quiet don't make a sound

It's a killer's stage the show of an age

Why don't you take your bow

Mother you sadden me

Where's your love for family

I'm taking your place why not save face

I'd let you up and run

Or paint the town red destroy you instead

Wouldn't that be more fun

It's what you deserve from what I've learned

Games must be won

A melodic massacre

You're amateur

A weight off my back

Melancholic harbinger

Enough Mother

Your mask starts to crack

Psychotic arbiter now does it hurt

Losing your pet as she surpasses you

You will fade

You will fade

You will fade

A melodic massacre

You're amateur

A weight off my back

Melancholic harbinger

Enough Mother

Your mask starts to crack

Psychotic arbiter now does it hurt

Losing your pet as she surpasses you

You will fade

And I am made anew

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