Allcoy
redemption
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Iâm on an empty road lead astray. This map must read wrong because itâs right for me. Conscience has lied, the silence confides faith is as lost as blind eyes. So I walk on my own. Skin, bones and a lost soul. Iâve become accustom to this. A pessimist whose trade is ignorance. With a half empty glass, I propose a toast to the taste of desolation, starving my motivation. Nowâs the time to feed this empty bliss. Nowâs the time for my redemption (And you will find hope. You have to fight your way around. You will find truth. Nowâs the time for my)
- Album:
- Loud Music For Quiet People