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Another road is calling

The blood from their cuts

Does not mean as much now as

Their blood from my cuts

What if in your sleep

You disappear

I let your name slip my mind

Today you can’t help me

Another path is waiting

The blood from their cuts

Does not mean as much now as

Their blood from my cuts

No one knows what happened

On this soil I make my home

Too many midnights pass

And show no signs of slowing

Now the lights are dimming

The walls are closing in

Into the endless twilight

To a place where I no longer feel

You destroyed this life

In a blizzard of lies

A season of change

The healing hands

A feast for the eyes

A blizzard of lies

They will not find our secret place

They will not find what is hidden there

In time even we will have forgotten

The way to the secret hideaway

Another road is calling

The blood from their cuts

Does not mean as much now as

Their blood from my cuts

Another road is calling

Another path is waiting