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Here's to the days of old

When dawn's door was opened

Now it's closed and meaningless

We are nothing

We're all pictures of ourselves

Framed in the old blood

Of sacred heroes past

A glorious requiem

We're all pictures of ourselves framed in

Nothingness,

Forgetfulness,

In meaningless, INRITUM.

We will no doubt survive

But to what end?

So hard to breathe

So hard to feel

Spare me your venom

I don't need your poison

No more time to waste

No more fucking lies

We're all pictures of ourselves framed In nothingness,

forgetfulness, in meaningless, INRITUM.

To lie broken inside

Try to keep it alive

So hard to breathe

So hard to feel