A Reverse of Progress
To step back in regression
An
Silence broken
The waves no longer crash on the virgin shores
The
Frantically running through the catacombs of peril so far from
this dream i'm living will never end
when i attempted to
the stubble on my face engraves my lack of compassion
(Instrumental)
Staring at a tree split in two
Asking yourself if you
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