One bird is flying lower than the rest
One man never made it to the crest
You can count on me whenn the world falls apart
Seems there wass no lightt at the end of this tunnel
We had right when we said:
"We're sown by a rotten hand."
The silent one makes no mistakes
Broken, crawling in between the graves of light
Spoken, all the words that justified the pain
We never wanted to be
Away from the shore I'm drowning in the sea
My antic in the mirror is blinding me
Would you have the power to go on
if you were bleakness' only son?
Desire me now in this void
You feel like the womb that rebore me
Don't you climb up death's cold stairs
Please come in it's icy and stormy
Our rusty bonds are build to last
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