Willing Well III: Apollo II: The Telling Truth

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In the worst of your fears
You have come so far to hear
That in turn they've showered your name
As the laughing stock
Now by fire you must hang
As my word holds course through vein
You will walk to the end of days
I'll gravitate towards you
I will, in the now, hate you
These days are numbered
This close encounter
To the heartland, through the madness

I'll make you wish
You hadn't burned our time before
I'll live through this
In a manner cursed at my own accord

I don't want to go
So come on bitch
Why aren't you laughing now?
You left me here to fend on my own
So cry on bitch,
Come on start laughing now

In my presence
You will make sure the fiction meets its fate
That death will grace your face my dear character
Through these lessons you have learned
All the worlds from here must burn
For as God demands that the end we miss

If my shame spills our worth across this floor
Then tonight, goodnight, I'm burning Star IV
No, I don't want to think of you
No, I don't even think of you... anymore
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

If, then should they come home
With failed attempt we'll know
I won't leave a stone unturned
These worlds will surely burn

But what did I do to...to deserve all of you

Jesse, bad boy
Just come look at what your brother did,
To that girl's precious little whore of a body


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