Soothe the sharpened sadness that I use
Console the raging madness I confuse
Can you?
Other than that, bye, thank you
You just abuse
My changing existence
Violate the sealed coffins of my head
Ease the leaving and separate the dead
The tired the awful and the scared
Full of pain that cannot be repaired
The laughter in the dread
This chained existence
Sparkle before the silence of my scream
Hold my hand and say to me: you have to deeply redeem
You hollows, your sadness and the recent scene of your dream
Can you?
Other than that, disappear, thank you
You are just another flabby scheme
Run beneath the failures that I see
They are fake tell me "like you and me"
Destroy the steady melody
The so successful gathering of re-birth and light
The start, the fight
Underneath my dying skin
I am just the mirror of my sleepy dream
The chained existence
Hide behind their constant questions
Open my chest and find out resurrection
Truth finds always the better excuse
Than you
Believe the lie and you can definitely confuse
Other than that, you just abuse
My sorrowful existence
Kill the innocence
Carry it with the breeze of early emptiness
Of the one that they created to take everything out
Surrender to an insane sense
So they can gather together and murder loneliness
Hurt a cold dressed in warmth
Cheating on their clinging struggle, old lost war
Kill it all
Can you?
Other than that entice me with an irresistible act
Lead to me to a broken land
Full of charcoal and ashes that can built you back
Can you, can you not
Tame the calmness I construct
Once again, burn the theory I can ghastly distract
Your head is yours, so play it mad
Behave smarter than the things you cannot have
Devil's genius hides behind the greatest act
Of unaccomplished sad
Spare the starts I have to count
If I cannot see them, you can surround
If you can trap me, then I can be found
Kill them for you are just another hollow sound
Underneath my sleeping skin
Try me
You cannot see
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