Lost in faith, misplaced
Shadows fall, burn the soul
A horrid execution
A holy dementor rakes his face
Such a wicked embrace
He smiles outside
An effort to hide
The bleeding on the inside
A flash of peace
A sad release
From such evil disease
A bottle of gin in his hand
As he knows your about to sin
So don't just give up & give in
Stand up make some noise and stand up again
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