Album: A Handful Of Nothing
With closed eyes I greet the fallen
Joy denied autums calling
Withering beauty scornful madness
My redemption
A sanctuary from a year of failures
A home for the broken
Time to rest my weary bones
To ease my heart I drop the stone
In solitude I feel no pain
And for a moment I am sane
Organized from the chaos
All intact I face the rain
Wasted beauty owned by liars
True deception
Count me in as one of the cowards
I'm no exception
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