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I’m left on the verge of nothingness,
Sick and eyeless,
Opted out from this world – nothing,
Feels useless,
Muse-less,
Broken and putrid,
The fallen angel has become all but fruitless,
And nothing is my ring beneath the flesh of sin,
I know I am the one that's opened the door that's within,
A mind that's born remorsed,
Breeded with a four corse,
I know I'd find myself with the darkness of recourse
I'd bring the return of eternity,
I'd blind my own eyes,
With the forgotten certainty,
It's like the shadow had forgotten the past,
I'd never let another hand control the strings I surpassed
Je préfère arracher les points
With time laying at my feet,
The night fades into a defeat,
I would rather rip out the stitches,
Bang my head and cry out,
While I dig my ditches,
And I blind my eyes with nothing,
It keeps me here when I fall in to rotting Mountains of Flowers cluttered inside me,
I was a number 'til I rose up from the edge of heresy
Je préfère arracher les points...
Je préfère arracher les points...
Je préfère arracher les points...
Je préfère arracher...
And I would dine on the voice deep inside,
Fall off the cuff thinking maybe I'd be divine,
I'd try it for a taste,
Fallen off the case,
I never thought that I'd be feasting on my resting place
And on and on,
I'd forsake the blame on me,
And I'd dine on the dying that died on me,
For a time,
I'd fallen into the grave,
The dirt that buried the darkness deep inside - unweighed
Now with a solemn face,
I'm left without disgrace,
I've faced all the faces that had faced me away,
And with a deep embrace,
I lastly now erased,
The fog that once plagued me with the endless debase
(Je préfère arracher les points...
Je préfère arracher les points...
Je préfère arracher les points...
Je préfère arracher...)
But now the tale's undone,
Follow the new-born sun,
The only thing that's left out is the shade that's not begun,
The stitches have undone,
And all the things I've done?
The virus has broken free from the decade that has been spun,
And all this time akin,
Outside the city - a fiend,
A taken muse that has been silent with the thoughts of din
And with these words unlocked,
All things that I had lost,
Had fallen across the cross that broke things that crost
What's a man to society that's broken free?
Without the time,
I'm my judge of eternity,
Before - my life had no sense of autonomy,
I spit out the taste,
So bitter for me,
Of a broken poet without a society,
And now my time with the past has clocked in - am I now redeemed?
Since now the voices have fallen into obscurity?
Regardless now the seams have seemed to see eternity.