How can you stand there
awaiting the final end?
like a weakening fire
If you consider
still hanging in there
You will wither
in each and in every way Don't you pretend that
How can you stand it?
Say can you mend it?
If you're in denial
the world is a better place?
You can rely on
life is worth while
there's comfort in exit ways In a manica the reaper comes around
And the winds they sweep my manic funereal ground
Some deranged and some devour
to haunt me down in my darkest hour
Yet another mind of the Devil's design When we gather our frail souls beyond our persistence
When we cover our eyes and mourn our loss of existence
When we cope for our lives with fantasy
Do you see there are times?
When we falter, deprived and out of dreams
And trust me you will find
to read in the lines?
the things that you know will hurt you so
You can't deny that anymore.
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