The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates
The power of a weak mind can not conceal or captivate
Its lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways
Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days
you are lost forever unable to see yourself
The thoughts arising, theres
no disguising where youve been...
Reveal to me, your minds identify
You wi will pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me
Dont hold on to what you call a life...
Anger compels a force of weakness or fear
I will promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years
A negati have release, subliminal urge
Unwish declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way...
Your fallen prey, a loser pays
You wi will pay for the feelings that you feed me
Dont hold on to what you call a life...
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Paradise Lost
CHRISTENDOM :: Paradise Lost