After the brightest page in history,
Came the most darkest story,
It was dim, dull and dumb,
People, pupil, persons, everyone worshipped the Deadlinks,
What was crazy was not their instincts
It was their hypnotised conscience,
'cause it told them to do so,
It was the time,
When the Deadlinks were alive,
When the deadlinks were gossiped,
When the Deadlinks were worshipped,
When the Deadlinks were conscience,
When the deadlinks were the world,
When the Deadlinks were EVERYTHING...
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