In shackles of depression
smile long lost in tears
yet, there´s no liberation,
no escape from these fears.
The loneliness is turning
the dagger in your back
the soul in shards is burning
- nothing but a wrack.
Fake masks dance to tease
to scorn, desolation´s fed
biting hard just to feaze
- courage long is fled..
smile long lost in tears
yet, there´s no liberation,
no escape from these fears.
The loneliness is turning
the dagger in your back
the soul in shards is burning
- nothing but a wrack.
Fake masks dance to tease
to scorn, desolation´s fed
biting hard just to feaze
- courage long is fled..
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