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These are the tools at hand
and this is what you
came for.
So rest your faith
on some solemn note...
When I give up on you
It´s not me being callous.
Send me a letter,
tell me how it´s going.
Just stay the fuck away from me,
until you reach
some understanding
I give up.
The first one is the worst one,
took all I thought I ever had.
Well, maybe it´s supposed to hurt
some, but I can face it knowing.
That after all this there will be
some kinda
prize to find,
but I´m not the man to
chance it anymore.
I spent a lifetime being locked up
in expectancy
dreaming of truce...
Without these chains and iron mask
to drag me down
through veils of bone and bloodline
I can see the lie
It´s up to you now
completion of this
eyes staring blindly
back at nothing
So this is where it ends,
your promises mean nothing.
I will leave you here to die.
Alone.
A pale shadow of what was once.
and this is what you
came for.
So rest your faith
on some solemn note...
When I give up on you
It´s not me being callous.
Send me a letter,
tell me how it´s going.
Just stay the fuck away from me,
until you reach
some understanding
I give up.
The first one is the worst one,
took all I thought I ever had.
Well, maybe it´s supposed to hurt
some, but I can face it knowing.
That after all this there will be
some kinda
prize to find,
but I´m not the man to
chance it anymore.
I spent a lifetime being locked up
in expectancy
dreaming of truce...
Without these chains and iron mask
to drag me down
through veils of bone and bloodline
I can see the lie
It´s up to you now
completion of this
eyes staring blindly
back at nothing
So this is where it ends,
your promises mean nothing.
I will leave you here to die.
Alone.
A pale shadow of what was once.
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