A tragedy condemned to breed in circles A moment of utter pain, what I am Rabid death, it crawls among the herb A feeling balance in time, what I am So grotesque those signs no one follows stars Like an infant trapped in a phantom, what I am The last night fades as blood flows slower Fast are the wheels of no life Where dead cells hurt, so cold the needles of truth I am mocking for you're fading Behold the end of your Golgotha Behold the dawn of the last days The unchained side of a life that never existed I am mocking (for) I never trust bleeding chrisoms One coffin is still left for a faceless phantom Chrisoms burn! Pure is the rage that scars your unseen face Genuine the pain you feel in your own maze Phantoms arrive but winter is at hand So cold the needles that lay in your arms
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