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let all i have lived

Be as if it were a dream

And anoint me with the dew

From Lethe’s stream.

New scars don’t exsist

Cause they are all the same,

They only to obide

Is their changing name.

Lethe, thy will

Shalt cometh and slay

The insane pikes

In the sewer of my soul away.

Choas and order

Aren’t oppisite states

They’re toys of a child

That it loves and it hates.

In the grave

No woman you crave

At Acheron’s shore

To Elysium you soar.

That I shall forget

An old yesterdays grief

And that this threnody

Inhees my woe’s reliefe.

O come, o death

Your brother of sleep

Take me away from

My woe and weep.

Sometimes we fall in love

With a snake of lies

But believe her everything when in

Her womb our head rest and lays.

There is nothing worse

Than to live in your own trials

As to tread nomadic

In anguish haunted miles.

(Clean)

Like a falling star

I wither away,

Silently burn

In an unobserved sky.