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My eternal resting tomb
It’s so damn cold
In this labyrinth of broken dreams
Filled with silent whispers
Of words that have long-lost their means
I keep coming back
Hoping to find something that‘s left to save
But I can only find scattered pieces
Yet never...
In this labyrinth of broken dreams
Filled with silent whispers
Of words that have long-lost their means
I keep coming back
Hoping to find something that‘s left to save
But I can only find scattered pieces
Yet never...
