Figures


We lost ourselves in those shadowless figures
The smiling faces behind those broken mirrors
The things we did that should have never came
Though thoughtlessly happened all the same
But father time has come to claim our past
To force down our hearts onto broken glass
Like water over sand when the tide runs high
We fall to the corners of our closed minds

We are worn away by the winter weather
We are torn piece by piece then sewn back together
We walk in line as ash of faded pictures
Never again to be what we once were
Give in to the weight of a thousand years
Bend your knees beneath the guilt and fear
Bow to the growing hate within your soul
Remove all love, all you had known

Hatred
Wasted
Faithless
Putrid

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