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ArtistWe are human, we are violent We learn our lessons, then defy them We are heartless and immoral We carry hatred like a Bible And there's a hole in my life, there's a blackness inside That's eating me alive, leaving me to decide Do I live with this pain? As the rain starts to fall from my eyes Asking myself why I see terrible things I see a sickness in a world on it's knees It will take what you love like a thief But in my dreams, I believe we're not these Terrible things (ah-ah-ah) Terrible things (ah-ah-ah) We are nothin' without failure, but we've chosen ill behaviour With every scar, we have learned not to heal, but to hurt We've become somethin' else, even I cannot tell just why (why) I see terrible things I see a sickness in a world on it's knees It will take what you love like a thief But in my dreams, I believe we're not these Terrible things (ah-ah-ah) Terrible things (ah-ah-ah) If I fall (if I fall) If I run (if I run) That's when I will become Terrible things I see terrible things (I see terrible things) I see a sickness in a world on its knees (a world on its knees) It will take what you love like a thief (oh) But in my dreams, I believe we're not these Look at me and you'll see, I'm not these Terrible things (ah-ah-ah) Terrible things (ah-ah-ah)
A full body, side shot of a young woman with long, black, wavy hair, and fair skin, standing in the rain in a dark city street, with buildings and light rain in the background. She is wearing a black, loose-fitting dress and looking off to the right. Her hair is wet and clings to her face and shoulders. The street is wet and reflective from the rain. The overall mood is somber and melancholic.
