Paints are now no longer fresh
through these gates
so many passed
Do we know the why's in life?
I'm just a time keeper here
When it killed your free will,
still you notice the void that came?
Certain times and diary dates
I've thrown out of memory
stand clear, the quicksand
you make me guess way outta here
Do I go up or down
can you point a direction?
Will I go insane?
before you let me across, let me across

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