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Safe inside still immortal my memories have no skies standing on chalk angels drawn in sidewalks building cities in dirt nothing ever made sense pressed
out again humming that same monotony knowing yet again that familiar feeling that torn chance dream held together by just that little bit by that tiny
Can't make the pain stay forever days are gray and the sky is always within reach remember when the past was tomorrow don't burn or bury me push me away
this is from the sinkholes of the uninspired this is the result of the loss of luster on life and my unsteady hands reach forward for something luminescent
Take the innocence free the children from their youth make them grow up before their time tell them about the uncertainly make them fear tomorrow give
And it comes for us all, creeping, drawn out, or so quick you feel nothing at all. This seems to be the only way out, the only option against aiding and
The darkness surrounds you. The darkness shrouds everything. Movement is apparent and the movement is dangerous. All around the walls are crushing, looming
Enlightened by the storm that feeds the depression the play fell from our eyes build a confession laugh as the sky falls shadows within shadows you see
Plans made to be executed at a later point in time. "The truth is what we make it, not what you see, so ask no questions." And derisive comments, disregard
"We'll even take the sky away, block out the sun if we can." This has been planned for years. The reasons change with the weather and still nothing has
Colors shift, airwaves move and shape themselves into a perversion of what's right, how we were all fooled. And it continues to never add up. With options
For thousands of miles I waited for you I walked backwards through landmines but time changes everything I wished impossible things on blue stars that
I've mastered the art of small talk the bond of wet paper and a friendly gesture giving way to a colder stance a black lung full of feeling remember this
the death, as callous hands stop callous hearts, and even the memory is erased with the fading of the light. The tower is lit again (like a funeral pyre
ترجمة: جنازة المتعشي. موكب الآلهة والطغاة.
ترجمة: جنازة المتعشي. الأبدي ، وتفضلوا بقبول فائق الاحترام.
