the dust will pile higher and higher
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memories will only fade
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spirits will one day rise
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feel the fire burn my eyes
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i will bathe in the waters
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poured from the sky
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inhale dark winters
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thoughts of decay
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don? remain
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fade away
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scaling the walls
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of my mind
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with sweaty palms
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unending dead end
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shall we hold hands
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and die?
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morning star
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shall not rise
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unstitch the seams
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free to dream
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driven towards
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the brink that will not sink
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walking in a see of red
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mist fills my head
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with dreams of the dead
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pale breath of sunlight
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reignites my shame
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as flowers consume the earth
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how can something that only exists for a fragment of time cease to exist
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when it never really existed at all?
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cease to exist when it never really existed at all?
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at all!
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I Alone
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| The Seventh Gate (The 7th Gate) |
