illusions, pure ghosts..
don't look at me, i'm leaving
everywhere ice daggers holler at me
'cause i failed (yes, i failed)
and now i'm sewing my wounds
with white tears
waiting for the winter wolves
and now i'm tearing myself
with black sighs
tasting this defeated day

breathe and then freeze
my poor soul while you squeeze
every frame of floating memory
and spread it into the void sea

my gum bones rattle
when i look at the road
i'll go underground and then i'll rise
picking up the ripe fruits
of that golden wood
but when i'll wake up again
i'll find you, regret queen
breathe and then freeze
my poor soul while you squeeze
every frame of floating memory
and spread it into the void sea

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