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As the hours are turning into days

I pinch my skin, not sure that I’m awake or dead

Emotions carved in stone, we are

Sons of the morning, daughters of the day

Buried and fading

No more charades

Love - a masquerade

Another day to spend in silence

Another way to do your wrong

So many open wounds

That’re never gonna heal

This is the time, the place, the hour

Set me free

Sanity reformation, the shape I can’t resist

I close the door and open up the next

I’m crawling back to nothing

In Hell I’m doing you right

Wicked and cold

The break of dawn relieves demise

Fading illusions

A dream I can’t forget

Remembrance not enough

I’ll end it here right now

Let’s have some Armageddon

The ashes of what was

Brings the torments to enslave