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Arms towering into fear

 Feels like I am going in my sleep

 The dead are breeding under my pillow

 Is there a place for you in me?



 Best forgotten



 Gates closing when you draw near

 At the very heart of melancholia

 Those were his last words

 Is there still something to die for?



 Inside my heart a wasteland

 That only you can fill with life

 For there are strangers in our way

 Pulling us under, dreaming us under tonight



 As certain as the grave

 If I lie to you again



 Imposed in the darkness

 Every word is true

 and best forgotten



 Words surrender into a seal

 My life is a curse I keep to myself

 The dead are breaking under my pillow

 Memories of when you were there



 Best forgotten



 Lips drying when you are near

 At the very pit of melancholia

 Those were her last souls

 Is there still something to dream of?



 Inside my heart a wasteland still

 That only you could make me feel

 For there are snakes in our way

 Feeling us under, nesting us under tonight



 As certain as the grave if I lie to you again



 Imposed in the darkness

 Every word is true

 and best forgotten