I take a breath and I feel hollow
Your absence causes unfathomable sorrow
I have once again become a slave to the Dark Pit
The shackles that bind me are still the same fit
It's like they have never been taken off...
ENOUGH!
Back to the fields of torture
Above my head return the hungry vultures
that can't wait to taste my liver again
Back to the rock that I have been
chained to; End of vacation!
Stop getting ideas above your station!
Your Heracles won't come!
End of love; end of happiness; end of fun
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC
I take a breath and I feel hollow
Your absence causes unfathomable sorrow
I have once again become a slave to the Dark Pit
The shackles that bind me are still the same fit
It's like they have never been taken off...
ENOUGH!
Back to the fields of torture
Above my head return the hungry vultures
that can't wait to taste my liver again
Back to the rock that I have been
chained to; End of vacation!
Stop getting ideas above your station!
Your Heracles won't come!
End of love; end of happiness; end of fun
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