In the land of doom born, and
Sin the minds give no warn, and
Spin the beds with force to spawn
Blew the winds
I was lost, I was lost
Flew my reasons
I was frost, I was frost
Threw my conscious
I am a ghost, I am a ghost
Molten pain in my crust, and
Swollen torment in my throat, and
Forgotten elixirs away to float
Suffer I did
I was waste, I was waste
Laughter lost
In haste, in haste
Proper ways
All replaced, all replaced
Give my soul one last breath, and
Forgive my sadness my wish of death, and
Deceive to put me out of breath
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
In the land of doom born, and
Sin the minds give no warn, and
Spin the beds with force to spawn
Blew the winds
I was lost, I was lost
Flew my reasons
I was frost, I was frost
Threw my conscious
I am a ghost, I am a ghost
Molten pain in my crust, and
Swollen torment in my throat, and
Forgotten elixirs away to float
Suffer I did
I was waste, I was waste
Laughter lost
In haste, in haste
Proper ways
All replaced, all replaced
Give my soul one last breath, and
Forgive my sadness my wish of death, and
Deceive to put me out of breath
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