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Monday, September 26, 2011

Mind bending

Clean oh so clean. Even the forgotten songs of the tree's seems to whisper it
And the void engraves the word's upon my chest

Written in blood washed out by water. The nature of man becomes so clear
And the void engraves the word's inside my mind

The hand that takes and the hand that gives bargained and agreed
And the void engraves the word's within my throat

Out of your reach, out of everyone's reach. Something is broken beyond repair
And the void engraves the word's upon my soul

The divine lie is nothing of worth or value. Hatred feeds while agony starves
And the void engraves the words upon my being

While the tides are longing for the answer