Chant the mantra of a dying world...
Slashed wrists of my
Stabbed in the back by a memory
There's nothing left -
You have nothing that I want
Nothing that I need
And your
Go your own way
Go your own way in life
And let
I don’t need a reason to hate you
The reasons you
The eyes are the windows of the soul
And behind these
Face the truth
Despised for being godless
Dismissed as being hopeless
But if
In the absence of a merciful God
Who will save them
All I have is ashes to scatter and little more...
Ashes
Try as you might you will never see
All the
When reason dies behind closed doors
Face down in a cell
The day everything meant nothing
And all the world's darkness
Trapped inside the cage
All that you'll see you'll soon forget
These
As still as a tomb, where only memories roam
No birds
Killing their children won’t bring back our dead
Since when's retaliation
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