The ruins shall bear witness to what I've become Dammed 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 its breath into this dream The smell of dying colours, and illusions that bleed
The threads are all wearing thin But stil they 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
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