the ruins shall bear witness to what i?ve become
damned by the riddles of shame
now they lower me down into the mouth of flames
the disease now lives again
so, the thorn has grown since then
animation of disgrace
from the years when i had a face
long lost pictures come to life once more
the sewers of yesterday spreads it?s breath into this dream
the smell of dying colours, and illusions that bleed
the threads are all wearing thin
but they still let no sunshine in
desolation comes alone
as the skin falls from our bones
oblivion lies safe within these hands
a hangman shadow resting upon my back
imprisonment - a godly state of being
where time is merely a word that exist in past tense
feed the hole and welcom to my wound
down the void of perception a shallow vision streams
reality brings deception and a dust of past dreams
the witness of my ruin came to follow me
the riddles soon perished in shame
as they lowered him into the mouth of flames
the hunger claws inside
my innocense went with the tide
served the agents of decay
no watch impurity wash away
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