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In the shadow of my doubt,

this life is dust on naked walls.

In the ruins of defeat,

the spotlights fade.

There's a clown without a crowd,

his sorrow smiles relentlessly.

Welcome winter bittersweet,

of final fall.

My train of thoughts keep

on hauling me over a low again.

Easy to see for a someone

whose soul can bleed.

Who am I to overrule

believers at the wonder wall.

Some illusions come undone

and violently.

My train of thoughts keep

on hauling me over a low again.

Easy to see for a someone

whose soul can bleed.

My train of thoughts keep

on hauling me over a low again.

Easy to see for a someone

whose soul can bleed.

So far astray,

when all comes to all.

You'll never be satisfied,

you might as well let go.

My train of thoughts keep

on hauling me over a low again.

Easy to see for a someone

whose soul can bleed.