Are rainy nights replaced by misty days?
Do frigid sunny rays seem reluctant and too late?
Will our sordid life be followed by morbid death?
Could our forlorn souls live their self-reliant lives?
Is true romance to survive in the hazy afterlife?
With no libido at all, would you still call it love?
Are the wild fruitless dreams worth coming true?
Does the same destiny expect everyone or just a few?
Who will wake you up after your eternal sleep?
Can the heartache be healed if constant and deep?
Would you recognize me in a new transformed freak?
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