Paroles
Reality's a curtain
A mirrored surface
Concealing what's beneath us
The pain we feel
Each waking moment
A tithe for nothing
Divine what's really there
Hermetic corners of lonely blackness
Corridors of perfected agony
A hundred dead ends
A thousand dead friends
I hear their howling
I hear them weeping
Hundred dead ends
Thousand dead friends
Severed ties
Beloved lies
Doors of agony
Fear unwritten
Doors to mental agony
Fear that is unwritten
Void of opportunity
A ravaged fucking schism
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