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This is another act of the drama that life itself is. Another step towards the entangling essence of being, a lucid vision of one's light spot being submerged by the cocooning nature of death. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lyrics: As emptiness devourer Of silent echoes mother Carved in me a hollow reign made of cold and open veins I crowned myself, and sat upon this throne Of shadows as long as coffin nails, Entangling all the pathways inside of me. All is darker beyond the weary steps And light is dying behind this crooked shape. Screaming midst tombstones unhallowed I crawled towards the solitary gallow Rooms and bridges, trains of thoughts and slits of razors And the weight that choked my breath was just what defined myself.
