We drift through darkness, Empty vessels, a desert of pointless gestures Bathing in the embers of a dying flame, end upon end The triumph of our smothered
a thousand spears thrusting our souls And we cling and we slip forever and ever downwards Welcome to the mire and the funeral pyre A temple of black
In a quiet world, no matter what you say No matter what you do, the cold bleak light From your tongue always ends in frustration The black holes of your
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