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Sometimes I remember teardrops falling from the sky

Like silent screams of famished memories

Howling in the night

Sometimes I destroy splendour by my own despair

I stay awake 'til morning breaks

Hopelessly gasping for air

Again I recoil (on and on I roam)

With my back against this blood red soil

This is heaven (but I'm not sanctified)

Pine oil heaven

Sometimes I'm ashamed of myself, of my own dismay

I open my mouth and preach forgiveness but I'm the one to blame

Sometimes I take love for granted, room without a view

My hand gets loat in glowing darkness

Reaching out just for you

Again I seek (on and on I roam)

The blemished roots on my conceit

This is heaven (but I'm not sanctified)

It's my heaven, pile oil heaven

On and on I roam (sic transit gloria mundi)

On and on I recoil

With my back against the wall

It's ironic...