I left my old fears to die
in their own graves
Instead of getting new ones
I choose hate, in every tomb
grows my worst enemy
Wine flows and shows the real hunger
Damage must be done so I realize
Impassive mind doesn't seek the truth
Paralytic body doesn't feel the pain
As I stand on this roof,
I've come to conclusion
someone needs to die, but that's not me
Those distant melodies are the only things
that slow me down
They remind me of what I used to own
instrument of untuned hopes
Dirt under our feet wants us more nowadays
Rock is eager to get our names carved
On this roof I have the option
Walls are closer than before
Imaginary hand chokes me
I see rotten souls, my old fears
Staircase attracts, I want to go higher
They remind me of what I used to own
instrument of untuned hopes
Dirt under our feet wants us more nowadays

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