The mists of dawn evaporate
and reveals the sorry state
of this town, once full of joy
The streets I wandered as a boy
I know each corner, every street
I know all shadows, their deceit
And in the placid city square
not a sound, no one’s there
The repeating patterns, suffocating me
I am getting closer to my end
Windows broken, doors are barred
the entire city is scarred
A rocking chair sways in the breeze
Clad in dust and dead debris
Memories etched into these walls
Shadows linger as night falls
And as I tread these stones again
I see no color in this grain
IN THIS TOWN
MAN BREAKS DOWN
I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST IN MYSELF
IN THIS TOWN
MAN BREAKS DOWN
I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST MYSELF
The repeating patterns, suffocating me
I am getting closer to my end
It’s in me now, inside these veins
the virus spreads, the virus chains
I was never here, I’ll never leave
I’ll never care enough to grieve
The catalyst, the breaking point
Apathy
My poisoned soul to anoint
Heresy
IN THIS TOWN
MAN BREAKS DOWN
I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST IN MYSELF
IN THIS TOWN
MAN BREAKS DOWN
I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST MYSELF

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