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« on: February 10, 2021, 03:17:44 PM »
I think I finally found my reason, counting treason, counting fears
I think the echos in my head is not one thing they will ever hear
I am never gonna be able to be one to have this pain
but I want to be stable so I can show them what they have made
Can you hear the echoing that is surrounding me and listen to them scream?
Can you hear the voices in the air calling down and lighting up the screen?
Not again, here we go, if I am lost take me home, from the grave that I have dug
I am fake, set in stone, can you all leave me alone, to die here in this place where the bells of hell have rung
The claim it is for the better, but all I see is worse
If what the make if perfect how is prefect not in my words?
They claim that Dawn and Day are done, but the light still shines
If love is an angle of perfecting life why does love always seems to die
They tell me prefect is achieved through pain, but it is pain they will never feel
For when I finally bleed in black I will know that the Dusk is real
I draw my sword by my side because my demons will never see the sleep
Until I finally close my eyes all I hear is the words of death on repeat
I am trying to feel for once can you finally just send the message through pain
If the echoing does not stop does it mean that all is lost and all is in vain?
I wanna wake up from the dream of the lies and secret they hide from me
I wanna know who I am, but nothing comes in the plains of what I need to be
Catch your breath, load your guns, they point them to the sun, take you aim and fire
Light a match, strike back again, they will never be an end, and they will become liars
The claim it is for the better, but all I see is worse
If what the make if perfect how is prefect not in my words?
They claim that Dawn and Day are done, but the light still shines
If love is an angle of perfecting life why does love always seems to die
They tell me prefect is achieved through pain, but it is pain they will never feel
For when I finally bleed in black I will know that the Dusk is real
Is what I know all just fake or will I find that it is real
all I remember is the pain of cold, unforgiving steel
Punch the pain through my eye and let me die
For by the time I know the truth I will finally be able to fly...