| A modern world has transformed my green paradise
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| Rapaciousness paints the world in blood and grey
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| An Eden of tears and dying leaves
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| A portrait of all living, in a fragile frame of the skeleton trees
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| I see the last bridges drown
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| There’s no way back home
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| Like a ghost, I’m sitting here in the dirt
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| At my lonesome beach of silent desperation
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| No words can describe this feeling of uselessness
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| I am breathing the eerie morning air
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| I’m waiting for salvation
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| A modern world has transformed my green paradise
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| Now it’s an Eden of tears and dying leaves
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| Rapaciousness paints the world in blood and grey
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| A portrait of all living, in a fragile frame of the skeleton trees
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| I see the last bridges drown
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| There is no way back home
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| At the pale shore of my emptiness
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| And now I know, a vast darkness is coming for me as well
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| And now I know, a vast darkness is coming for me… |