In the dust when all seems to fade away
everything seems peaceful.
But it’s never quiet.
I’m always dragging me down.
I’ve been told I’m mad.
And something stirrs in my heart
I’m wearied down all the time.
All the gods they close their eyes in time.
But mine they burn like raging fires.
My mind is wearried down all the time.
I’m wearied down all the time.

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