Aimless wanderer.
Thoughts of a deviant, with the eyes of a corpse.
Dawn is upon me.
Contemplation.
Teeth grinding to dust.
Gutter blood and rust.
Dawn is upon us.
Teeth are grinding to dust.
Faceless beings, they receive the words of confusion.
The wanderer speaks no truth.
Ask not, only gaze upon.
Terrestrial, with the mark.
Drifting on drifting on.
The wanderer speaks no truth.
Ask not, only gaze upon.
Chasing around every corner.
Finding nothing, nothing but a house of mirrors.
Aimless, hopeless, hopeless drifter.
The lifetime drifter.
The aimless wanderer becomes a lifetime drifter.
Lifelong lifetime.
Now the mind of a deviant remaining with the eyes of the corpse.

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