Throne...
And I see all good things going into a wrong direction,
Memories seeking their own destination
Infected by hollowed dreams
And vague shapes
It seems like the night swallows every clear notion
Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to...
Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to unknown desperation
Don't like to think about the old times
The path I went, till this point
Till this point
Broke I was left...
Broke I was left
Nameless and shamed
Despised by family
And entourage
Despised by family
And entourage
Broke I was left
Nameless and shamed
Despised by family
And entourage
Just some of my friends
That are backing me up
And arouse from sleep
With awoken memories
Just some of my friends
That are backing me up
And arouse from sleep
With awoken memories
Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to...
Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to unknown desperation
And I see all good things going into a wrong direction,
Memories seeking their own destination
It's time to see my own face in any mirror
It took a long time for me to recognise...
To recognise that I have grown to a point of apathy

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