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Lost amidst the clock's turn

Futile remarks, dismal contempt

Judgement sewn, guilt is kept

Within misery of existence

Altered perceptions

No longer fear the repercussions of the end

Walk along the empty path with wounds you must tend

No hope of finding a cure to mend

Corruption stitched across hollowed deception

Came forth the strangled weeping connections

Swift movements into dusk

Draped in blackened blood

Bled from plucked eyes

Rejection against what's broken

Gouging from Horus' beak

Gusts of wind, mourn the weak

Walk alone in troublesome doubt

Light of your own torch, the only way out

Follow no one

Follow nothing

Violent times met with subtle ends

Violent times met with subtle ends

Push through the horrid veil

Hold tight the rope of your sail

Yearn for sharpened scythe in a swing of vengeful strife

From the flood of questions with no answers

Within misery of existence

Altered perceptions

No longer fear the repercussions of the end

Walk along the empty path with wounds you must tend

No hope of finding a cure to mend

Corruption stitched across hollowed deception

Came forth the strangled weeping connections

Swift movements into dusk

Draped in blackened blood bled from plucked eyes

Rejection against what's broken

Gouging from Horus' beak

Gusts of wind, mourn the weak

Walk alone in troublesome doubt

Light of your own torch, the only way out

Follow no one

Follow nothing

Violent times met with subtle ends

Follow no one

Follow nothing

Violent times met with subtle ends

Met with violent ends

Push through the horrid veil

With no fear of a concept that fails

Yearn for sharpened scythe in a swing of vengeful strife

Left in the wake of treacherous sleep

Plagued by mocking eyes in the moment

A question in the moment of conscious dreams