Vasto Grom Biography

Upon this beautiful web of lies
I sleep and rest my head
Unbeknownst to all the other
The me they knew is dead
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I have found myself to wonder
Will my dark dreams tear me asunder

What be it that causes this burning in my soul
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Just like the sun rises and sets each day.
So will my hatred continually eat away.
Until everything is gone.
And all that is left are the pictures I've drawn.
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Is it wrong to be so young and yet be so full of hate?
Is it wrong that I can never stop telling lies so that no one knows how sad and lonely I am?
Is it wrong that all I want to do is cry but can't?
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When a hero comes
There'll be no more fear
When our hero comes
No longer will we shed tears
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