Chant the mantra of a dying world...
Slashed wrists of my
Stabbed in the back by a memory
There's nothing left -
I've walked the four corners of this earth
But peace is
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
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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