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in slumber beneath the castles crypt, his majesty wakes preserved in time. an exiled ghost haunts starlit nights. undead forever. the spectre sheds tears that turn to ice. halls of the weeping.
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the fact that i didn't die during the war pisses me off at least five times in a row.
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can you see the lines shaping what you must to be? can you feel the strain binding you to pain?
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i hear the call, trying to tell me i must fade. feels wrong, i know, but comfort keeps me drowned.
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1:12 shadows gather all around, every path you found is gone. walls of doubt begin to rise, whispers say not to try.
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can you feel the chains becoming tighter every day? can you see the greys blinding you with dismay?
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i see the rain hits the glass and runs like old mistakes. feels safe i guess, but safe is the nicest cage.
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wake up too late, streets are quiet and everyone the same. smog fills the air, old beliefs that cloud the glare. can you feel the rust corroding inside your head? can you see the dust? it spreads fast everywhere.
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1:34 you pretend you see things differently when you slave to all the trends. and if i bend this all ends painfully, and you'll be blaming me again.
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i'm fucking dead, ain't nobody owning me. i'm fucking done, i just don't have the energy.
