The way in was necessary
The way in was easy
Deeper and deeper
there an echo, a feeling
The most oppressive thing is being forced to live this life
By fortune and glory
And god, hold me
Leaving this world, my crimes against humanity
My eyes are caught in the rain
In so much as to say, to see, what could have been
Sinking into the abyss
I live in a prison of my own demise.
to stay would spell disaster
To go any further would be worse
Leaving the light behind I turn
To go any further would be worse
to stay would spell disaster
I live in a prison of my own demise.
Sinking into the abyss
In so much as to say, to see, what could have been
My eyes are caught in the rain
Leaving this world, my crimes against humanity
And god, hold me
By fortune and glory
The most oppressive thing is being forced to live this life
There is an echo, a feeling
Deeper and deeper
The way in was easy
The way in was necessary
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