Oversættelse: Winter Solstice. The Fall Of Rome.
Calibrate the virus Fold down the edges and call openness fatalistic Count to ten; close your eyes Carrying your dismay by the buckets full Dumping them
This dream I'm living will never end when I attempted to place your abominations into words you fled with disgust lions weep at the sight of their own
Even your martyr wears his best suit to this affair logical reasoning is something you should shoot for I'll aim for the sky myself soaring above our
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Staring at a tree split in two Asking yourself if you can mend it's natural bane Perseverance falls to the floor shattering into a million pieces Categorizing
Poetry written in a tongue that only you and I can read we forget the world with one prolonged embrace marching to the beat of a near end song your
One day at a time You count your blessings Then continue to court mine So cautious you are yet you throw yourself into the gears with ease I've fallen
Your life painted before you Stolen by the most uneducated of thieves Her smile's intoxicating So let me make a toast to revival I have enough on my
no sign of the sun But your wait calmly playing checkers with your gut instinct On the contrary to the heart's self-imprisonment Your horse shoes fall
Frantically running through the catacombs of peril So far from hollow A nightmare interpreted into something so beautiful Flooding your senses like tsunami
