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Trying so hard to numb the pain Pick apart the horrid hallucination Blood diluted by tears, falling like rain Build the fragile walls of zion Gilded paths strewn with broken memories Penance paid, and I'll surely burn Inflicted with this deceitful disease All that's left is an empty urn Upon a forgotten shelf, in your empty heart My breath stirs a dead breeze In the empty gardens of the souls rampart Emotions twirled like leaves on trees Pallid clouds against a moonlit backdrop Silver shards paint the tattered scene Seated in the mind, on a barren hilltop Luminescence makes the pain gleam As the village below so sweetly slumbers It's guardian watches from darkened beauty As the demon increasingly slaughters her numbers Within city walls, lays the destroyed sanity
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Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 3:25 AM UTC
The Village
Trying so hard to numb the pain Pick apart the horrid hallucination Blood diluted by tears, falling like rain Build the fragile walls of zion Gilded paths strewn with broken memories Penance paid, and I'll surely burn Inflicted with this deceitful disease All that's left is an empty urn Upon a forgotten shelf, in your empty heart My breath stirs a dead breeze In the empty gardens of the souls rampart Emotions twirled like leaves on trees Pallid clouds against a moonlit backdrop Silver shards paint the tattered scene Seated in the mind, on a barren hilltop Luminescence makes the pain gleam As the village below so sweetly slumbers It's guardian watches from darkened beauty As the demon increasingly slaughters her numbers Within city walls, lays the destroyed sanity
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Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 3:25 AM UTC
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