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
portraits; all over this wallmurdered morals taking my fallvelvet footsteps
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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