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Faded memories of the past now

Cloud my mind again

Old wounds now open to infection

New thoughts begin

(chorus)

It makes it seem harder

Harder to occur

It leaves no rights to wrong

And left my brain to rot

I bring the flames in fear

Now cracked by honesty

I fell, now time is better than

To praise my own death to be

(chorus)

I noticed the low throbbing of pain bringing me back to reality

Often I think pleasure is the right of pain

So much that pleasure becomes pain, the pain to pleasure

My stomach turns as I stare at the sky

Sheltered and torn by the thoughts entombed to pry

Memorized (x4)

Explicit thoughts formed from depression

The sun was drying my tears

Standing on a gorge vast of emptiness

A symbol of my accomplishments

Mesmerized (x4)

The bringing of age

The bringing of age