So this is what it feels like
With only songs of truth
To echo through the fairytales
Of my forgotten youth

This is what it sounds like
The pulse upon my brain
For now I have eternity
To flow within my veins

This is what it tastes like
Dear morality’s regrets
A land so plush of morbid thoughts
What truce must I accept

For this is what it looks like
With the sinners crimson paints
What hues must I solidify
To resurrect a saint

This is what it feels like
This numb and helpless brail
Where the desert has but sand to sing
His apocalyptic tale

Now this is what the worlds like
When the images are stripped
Now, as simple as a single life
And just as insignificant...

 
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