Holy spirits of the oldShed yourselves of pride and goldTake
Dress up for the occasionThe armor's down a waysLovers split
I can feel the sorrow in this roomI know behind
On the table lays the vase that fell to breakA
A forwards man in a backwards worldGetting nowhere with the
The darkness warms my heartMakes the rush inside startWarm feel
Boredom stuck of yesterday's sorrowFeeling the burn of tomorrow's sunDeath
A no one's man I amLeft the garbage in my
I can smell your scent across the roomMakes every old
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