In this place..crushed and solitary...an auditorium of fear
A forgotten cemetery for the living soul
A forgotten cemetery for the living soul
Decorated with pillars made from tears that they stole
I am the ghost that haunts these desolate fields
It is me who wanders and reads forgotten epitaphs of broken dreams
It is me who wanders and reads forgotten epitaphs of broken dreams
Scouring mausoleums for moments long time gone
Tapping on their walls for residual emotional yield
The sanctified and blessed they pay no attention to this voice
Condemnation taste like candy to their lips because other's lives are their toys
The fire and brimstone...the judgement of the throne they teach
Drains you more of hope just like how blood is sucked by a leach
Condemnation taste like candy to their lips because other's lives are their toys
The fire and brimstone...the judgement of the throne they teach
Drains you more of hope just like how blood is sucked by a leach
Graves and headstones are my only consoles...my cohorts...my friends
In a hollowed burial ground of dead wishing wells
I'll carry on the haunt until I am brought to the place I was ment
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