| Now I’m just a shadow that walk adrift
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| Melancholia rotting like leaves in the garden of time
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| Sculpture in silence that nothing fears
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| Accursed to bear this load alone
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| Old distress, I’m still waiting for your ephemeral words
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| Looking for calmness, but the truth hurts
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| When I find out that your strange words are misery
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| Endless lies, trapped among groans night after night
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| Sculpture in silence that nothing fears
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| Accursed to bear this load all alone
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| Signs of hidden truths under my skin
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| Arcane heart awaiting its dreaded hour
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| Disowned from this world, doomed to loneliness
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| Abandoned and sear in this chasm of silence
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| Old, decrepit and dying, shrouded in a veil of chaos
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| Deadened and weakened, ghost of a passing world
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| Old distress, I’m still waiting for your ephemeral words
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| Looking for calmness, but the truth hurts
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| When I find out that your strange
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| words are misery, the worst of the miseries
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| Endless lies, trapped among groans night after night |