Sep 2013
I was a person
I'm just a fossil
Into the quicksands of time
I'm slipping away
My face is losing color
I try to get warm
I bury myself under
In the middle of the winter
Walking through the desert
I'm just a fossil
Into the quicksands of time
I'm slipping away
My face is losing color
I try to get warm
I bury myself under
In the middle of the winter
Walking through the desert
(Purgatory)
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