.One hundred and eighty days have passed since I've been here trapped deep inside this white beast.
We are it's hands we are it's blood.
Cold streets are what we follow lined with torn apart souls.
Dark hearts are being hidden to be found on our way home.
Speak now or forever hold your pe.
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