LOST IN SLUMBER
A THREAT TO NO ONE
WEAK AND
There's no turning backBack out of lifeLife's adversityA grotesque contradiction
"I am clean forgottenas a dead man out of mindI
guilt is growing in my headbuilding on a painful pastdistorting
We fight on this field of honourMaimed bodies everywhereWe mystify
I set my foot in my cottageEyes attracted by human
I set my foot in my cottage
Eyes attracted by human
Walls covered in bloodstainsDoor bolted from the insideBedclothes ripped offTang
Voices insideKeep on twisting my thoughtsthings that are rationally rightsre
born out of lovein a world of hatredno future a
misery's pouring downimpossible to ignoreeverywhere he goeshis head gets filled
staring blind; there'sonly darknessbothered by too many thoughtsthoughts of this
i'm riding the liessweet forest of liesmy own few linesbetween
you are so changed since I met youvague moments seem
Walker of worlds
Filled with men
Celtic tradition
Human forms will burn
Grotesqu
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