Wasteland

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Aenimus - Rock

Wasteland

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The smell of fresh air is sickening I found the devil in a dirty mirror I never hate until I knew myself My path has never been so clear I've suffered through the north, south, east and west I gave it my all but it never was my best Cold are the flames of hell As my judgement has exceeded God's own limitations I suffer in my bliss Behold the song, behold the sound Behold The birth of this tainted wasteland I long for sleep Awake no morе Behold the birth of this tainted wastеland I long for sleep Awake no more Infinite sleep is clawing at my door While my eyes fade to black I cannot see what once surrounded me A lifetime that escaped too fast The silence while so comforting So dry and so bare Lost hold of it all because I never thought I cared I'd light myself on fire Just to keep your spirit warm And I'll stay here dressed in black Forever I await your return Will you show up? I stand here waiting for a life that never was I'm still here dressed in black As I await your return I'll set myself on fire just to keep you warm Cold are the flames of hell As my judgement has exceeded God's own limitations I suffer in my bliss Behold the song, behold the sound Behold Fractured A mind Interrupted by false influence Creatures once a figment are now bold Palms of scarlet touch the ground Tired eyes, an empty crown Palms of scarlet touch the ground Tired eyes, an empty crown

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