Born on a cold day
Wind howls through February
Son of noctune, ruled by the moon
Momma she left me
By riverside trees
To fend for myself
I do as I please
My angels turned to devils
In this hell hole
Cut deep inside
Wounded I hide
Such grief and despair
A life so unfair
A loved one bereaved
Suicidal release, yeah.
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