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Breathing the dust

All these years have taken all the strength out from us

Down in the shaft, feeling the draft

Faces from a distant past are clearer than yours

Is this a curse?

All that's new died long ago forgotten and gone

Nothing is wrong, keep strolling along

Nothing is wrong, keep strolling along

It may be a rare condition when the patient is convinced

to live in a past environment, real or imaginary to a

point where he or she is no longer capable of actually

seeing the present.

I don't care if you care, if you live, if anyone is listening

The question is not how but how much my mental shape is shifting

Vermin, I stare into your eyes

Ghostly, repulsion from the inside

Breathe not, enough with all your lies

Vermin, I sneak between your sights

Binded to you by every sigh

Your thirst come from the tears you cried

Dead time, needs nothing

Dead time, needs nothing

Here's no life, and outside, all is dried, the trees are dead and rotting

Let's not hide, there's no time, no bell chime, the clocks are still and laughing

Let go, tomorrow's only smoke

Nothing this mumbling can evoke

Breathe not, cause death to us is a joke

Time went, and passed before our eyes

We missed, the chance to say goodbye

Our thirst comes from the tears we cried

Deaf time, needs nothing

Deaf time, needs nothing

Breathing the dust

We have learned the language and the way of the ghosts

Our soul is one

Did the grass grow on our graves forgotten by all

And loved by none

Finally one purpose, our existence's no shame

It's taking the blame