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The scene is over, the ending credits unfold

False smiles overshadow the stories left untold

She sings her song, an innocent elegy

Its discordant melodies slowly chant my obituary

The bitter taste of my own ashes

Already dead to you, so dead to you

If I ask why...

Was mine a question with an answer beyond my understanding

This unfamiliar touch

Torn between my morals and my will. Is it still?

Insatiable desires

Beaten and bruised at the hands of my own muse

Shackled by the deafening silence that follows

Mirroring my darkest image

Dead to you, so dead to you

If I ask why...

Was mine a question with an answer beyond my understanding

(keyboard solo)

The wait, wasted

Replaced by hatred

(guitar solo)

The silence echoing in dark cadence.

The images I created

Encroaches on my last patience

Fallen victim of my own conjuration

Realized the poison that I once spewed has become my salvation

The sound, the silence, the questionings, new beginnings

The fear, this fear

Is this what I want or is it merely

a craving for what doesn't belong to me

All this time have I been praying

to a god that seized to exist, mirroring my darkest image

Already dead to you, so dead to you

If I ask why...

Was mine a question with an answer beyond my understanding

Still no reply

Is that the answer to a question of my misunderstanding

The scene is over, or has it just begun?

Evolving over the years

Replicating the soundtrack of my fears