Let my thoughts freezeLet me feel notWax on their faceWhat
So many thoughts we have lostSo many thoughts we have
Used thoughtsSecond thoughtsCompact thoughtsNo longer the one you wereBecome and
Lonely, lonely, lost and lonelyLonely, lonely, defeated, conquered and lonelyLon
With your prideYou are spraying the soulsNot for meAnd not
The cold comesIncreasing my mindA vision getting clearerHarderYour beauty growsS
when time meets the end
names and deeds are forgotten
when time
In your joy and changes into enviousnessAn unstoppable conquerorProspering in
Tonight a carnivore is outLust burning in his headThe need
Why should I denyThat I will not resistHow could I
As an uprising son(It hallows)As a tragedy of facts(It hallows)As
Midmost in the firestreamI live in an anxious wayTrying to
IgnorantI drift into uncertaintyI have never been preparedAfter the secondBut
Searching for the spotlightTo clear up your wickednessYou have waited
What do you do when you return from your inner
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