I can't see much truth in what's been spoken.I can't
Staring down into the depthsSubconciuos has taken my lifeBreathing this
A sea of twisted shapesSeek salvage from this carnageFrustration deep
Take a pact, hide the fuel that's gathered herePale in
Like a fever, fever - inside of meLike a fever,
Why can't we hearThe time must come for us to
You must feel frustration'cause your mind feels such temptationAnd your
I lay in the darkest room,The door is locked, at
Denying our restlessnessFrustrations tension eludesThe past was cleanWhere thoug
You'd love to be so far awayIt's not a long
I speak of people whose name is disguiseThe myth of
In your hands I'm tryingIn your hands I'm trying flightI
(1) As you stare into the depths of darknessIllusions of
Once solemn, the things I'm leaving aloneOnce solemn, the looks
(1) Kneel on the ground and pray to the lordBut
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