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: To continue that motion towards the end, Slowly...circling...dancing. This path of solitude, Towards the immense shapeless emptiness. Graceful Transcent
: There is no sun, No sun here... Locked in this shell, this monumental casket... Standing in the cold rain, unable to move away... I dream with the
: Reach for the cold - eyes stare dead - unspoken dreams. Absence of will - no joy in life - let me go. Guide me away - another path - another life.
: Where will i tomorrow be When no longer here No longer here... no more dreams... Slip away Here, the rain...so empty They are not here...not here
: [Instrumental]
: Fail to see... Will not feel... Can't even remember how to... Feel...Pain... Want to touch... Nothing here... Gone... Nothing here...gone... Cannot
: Pain... Cold... Fear... Lost... Alone... Desolate... Grey... Suicide... Death... Gone... Hideous defunct creation, I am the monolith
: Dead trees rise from the snow This is where my path leads me Leads me to misery. They lost their name They will never dream, never hope Without words
: In here...solitude In here... the pain You cannot understand Dark vast shape Eyes like statue... dreams for tonight Once the dancer , nothing no
be clouded By beliefs, by hopes. Our paths leads us, Straight to the end. The edge of time, Where days turn to aeons, Aeons to eternity And life to death
: Deep dark slow...stream flows Deep dark red...warm blood My blood falling...this life fading. Deep dark blood, colder, to forest shadows flowing.
infesting me with self-hate. Self-hate is opening my veins, killing my mind. Neverending self-destruction, neverending this hurt. Want me to die, want me
left on your face Gently playful light through the leaves Feels its way...kissing cold lips. Wind through your hair, still like then The thought of death
beauty. Keep me safe - far from the hurt. Hold me tight, keep me warm. Never leave me. Shea'd cry - of sheer joy. Now I cry - life ebbs away. Death, you
: [originally written by F.Chopin]
