Catch me if I get to high,
For I will loose sense,
Hit me in the weak point again,
That black hole in my chest.
Insert spikes into my brain,
Awake me from this numb state of mind,
A masquerade, a fake,
Nothing worthy of my time.
I'm feeling the night into the bone,
Running trough the path of deception,
And confusion strikes again,
Tears like rain drops of silver.
Like a crystal corpse on the ground,
I brake into a thousand years,
And all the particles are nothing more than grains of sand,
Disposed by your will.
So if you could leave me here,
Give me a light to follow into death,
Forever more quiet, forever more silent,
By your will, I crush myself into little atoms.
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