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Devoid of meaning, the days are passing me by

Set for oblivion, where time and space are merged into one

Headed for a total collapse, the bridges will burn

Collision upon this course, the tide will turn

A self-made ruin, cast out by choice

No one else to blame, for your selfimposed exile

Headed for a total collapse, the bridges will burn

Collision upon this course, the tide will turn

The ashes of a friendship

Layers upon layers

Cover the streets and the soil

Engulfing the sun and the stars

No there's no escape

Dreams of the edge begin to form

No there's no relief

Form of retreat where dreams are torn

Where dreams are torn

The ashes of a friendship

The ashes where dreams are torn

The ashes of a friendship

The ashes where dreams are torn