| A dead man walks amongst a lush and fertile atmosphere
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| Beauty whirls around him
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| Still he’s suffocates with drear
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| Ripping down the curtains in his path to see more clear
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| Praying for this soul degraded
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| A stratospheric puzzle unsolved in the mind
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| A vacant figure is what’s left behind
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| Does your reflection make you scream?
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| Neglecting pieces of what’s meant to be
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| A jaded fool
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| Dejected phantom
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| You are replaced by wasted years
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| You are ngraved
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| By your own deception
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| Laving no trace, only wasted years
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| Lingering to serve a void
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| A world of black and white
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| Cursing streets among him
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| Though never catching sight
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| Viciously digest the quest
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| Of Skin, bone and sin
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| Praying for, a soul once lived in
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| A stratospheric puzzle unsolved in the mind
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| A vacant figure is what’s left behind
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| Does your reflection make you scream?
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| Neglecting pieces of what’s meant to be
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| A jaded fool
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| Dejected phantom
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| You are replaced by wasted years
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| You are engraved
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| By your own deception
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| Leaving no trace, only wasted years
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| You are the phantom of these wasted years
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| You walk these street with worn out wander
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| A wretched crowned phantom
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| Of all these wasted years
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| A sovereign claimed phantom in state of thrall
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| You are the guide to an absent mind
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| A ghost confined with rusted hands of time
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| You stand in the way of yourself
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| As you rise and fall |