Nothing could distress me more
Than talking to invisible ears
At times the truth gets so cold
Pain and agony I just can't resist
Faking smiles of brilliant colours
No one would say if asked to admit
That the sould he once left so weary inside
Could one of this days commit...
A crime... against... none but... itself
Looking at pictures
Losing control
Regaining the dark
I once traded for love
Now all that is here is
Nothing but ashes...
Singing to ashes...
Singing to ashes...
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