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YOUR EMPTY SOUL WALKS, TO HIS OWN BLACK HOLE

YOU ARE ON THE BRINK OF ABYSS, ONLY YOU CAN CHOOSE WHERE TO FALL

THE COMPLAINTS DONT LET YOU HEAR, THE SOUND OF THE RIVER

THAT WOULD LEAD YOU, TO THE SEA OF HOPE





TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE

TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR DESTINY

THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF COMEDY

THIS IS JUST THE END OF THE TRAGEDY





MEMORIES FROM THE PAST WON'T LET YOU CARRY ON

ALWAYS LOOKING BACK

THE SAME OLD FEARS UNTIL WHEREVER YOU GO

AND TORTURE IN YOUR DREAMS

ENDLESS WALLS THAT MATTERS IN YOUR WALKS IN HELL

MAKING YOUR DAYS SO DARK

VOICES GRIPPING YOU IN YOUR LONELY NIGHTS

FORGET BUT NOT TO FORGIVE





VULTURES FLYING OVER YOUR HEAD, WAITING FOR YOUR FALL

AS YOUR TEARS FALL DOWN, AND HIT THE GROUND

ONLY IF YOU OPEN YOUR WINGS AND FLY, A TEAR WOULD BE DRY

AND YOU WILL SEE, A NEW BLIND HORIZON