When will I ever be set free?....
Wandering the margins of existence....
No answers here....
Searching the faces of strangers....
No answers there....
Rusted were these hidden images....
But now I give them to the world....
To the world....
Break the hourglass and let the legacy spawn....
I hear the name on the whispers of unknown tongues....
All fades out, silence regained....
I’m the only one....
Left in open wastelands....
Never a chance to speak....
Sickened by the open search, shattered by the change....
Too intoxicated to bear this out....
I’m roaming on through the mass of sound....
Renowned for all the wrong reasons....
I’ve slowly distorted into something that I’m not....
Staring into the void of hopelessness....
I will never be set free....
There are no answers here....
You can find me wandering the margins of existence....
Wandering the margins of existence....
No answers here....
Searching the faces of strangers....
No answers there....
Rusted were these hidden images....
But now I give them to the world....
To the world....
Between the underworld and this chaos I reside....
I shall rise again....
I am the ferryman....
I shall rise again.......


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