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The mind is a shrouded place

Where I sometimes fear to venture

Wicked are the spokes that churn

Forever owing to this misadventure

Killing to carve my place

Dying just for a taste

To be the effigy of my dreams

But nothing is ever as it seems

Will you take this hate from me?

I want to live untethered from that

Begging for some sweet release

But the shadow drags me back

Killing to carve my place

Dying just for a taste

To be the effigy of my dreams

But nothing is ever as it seems

You seem to be a cadaver walking

You say one thing but mean another

In the end the truth I believe

Is that I think you like the darkness

This permanence that surrounds you

You're so obsequious to its presence

Tried to obscure it from my vision

But I'm onto your tricks

It's like I said before

I think you like the darkness