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Friend or foe, you know I'm a victim

Dead inside and deaf to hear my inside

I can't wait to see the season

With no blackened coldness.

Which slays your sapiens

Unsights

For now times are wasted

Loneliness makes the phobia

Sense to breed

For now times are wasted

Must to reach out the other side, other side

For now times are wasted

Loneliness makes the phobia

Sense to breed

For now times are wasted

Must to reach out the other side, other side

Your voice is faint to wail

Every step I take I combust

With my guide I'm making pictures of none

From the nowhere I pull the chain

Longer than my total

Walking in circles

Against

Everything that was intended for me

Aeon ago

By thin rope to tie the halter

I tore it

Everything that was intended for me

To enthrall me

Make me trapped inside the house

Of misfortune

Crimson path is done

Below the surface

There is a way to be higher

World lets fall the sky

Forlorn and lonely

The edge is quiet

Two dissemblers guarding the edge

The first one claims and the second one cries

"You are being told what to do more

Beyond death nothing will

Change as you wanted"

True lies

Bled dry, exhausted, I finished

That was supposed to be my lullaby

I could never have imagined

Reckoning struggle is

My final journey