Yesterday found him today Caught him at his last breath These walls built to stand come-what-may Lie shattered in the ashes His skin against this dirty floor Eyes fixed on the ceiling He has stretched those chains of sin Far beyond all feelings Still, so still...
In his head a thunderous Cry of desperation Tearing voices from his past Scream for his attention Behind those eyes a world explodes No one there to save him All pain that he's been passing on Answers to his craving Once more
I will never leave this shame...
Falling beyond the point of no return Nothing to become and nothing left to burn
Stealing meaning from this child We took away his reason His soul put under lock and key His heart blackened from treason But if you take from those you fear Everything they value You have bred the perfect beast Drained enough to kill you
Falling beyond the point of no return Nothing to become and nothing left to burn
Once he had forests and mountains That were only his - listening to him Once he would run through the summer days Catching memories for ages to come Now he is dressing this naked floor With his flesh and blood, and times passes by His trade of pain might just have lead him To deal with consequence For some change as time passes by
I am the waking child (Lingering, climbing, clinging, clutching Craving, clawing, hurting, falling down) I, the wayward son of a mountain lake (Of icy liquor tears, of a silent Earth) (Of a rusty lid, of a wingless wind) (Of an eyeless storm, of fallen gods, who lost their way) I set myself on fire To breed the Perfect Element
Will I ever walk again?
Falling far beyond the point of no return Nothing to become and nothing left to burn
(This is the end)
Nothing left to say, The pain will go away Now you must surely see, That you are killing me You are killing me Now you are killing me (You must never leave this shame!) Now you are killing me (You must never leave this shame!) Now you are killing me (You must never leave this shame!)
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