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I stand, lost in shadows of
Years of lament etched into four walls
Like a whisper, a feverish dream
Where only echoes respond
I keep asking how long
This caravan follows a hearse
Leaving the room, the room where she died (leaving the room where she died)
Dying begins at birth
To suffer is the way of our kind
Let lies sit like baskets of
Flowers in bloom, colors bright and false
She will dance on Hyperion's field
Where I'm still wondering why, she hit her head on the sky?
This caravan follows a hearse
Leaving the room, the room where she died (leaving the room where she died)
Dying begins at birth
To suffer is the way of our kind
To be alive is only to acknowledge time as it is
Do you remember the feeling of being alive with lightning in your mind?
Sinners and saints join the broken and brave in this memory plane
We're all the same
Cold are your nights, hours will pass as you strangle time
(Do you remember the feeling of being alive with lightning in your mind?)
(Sinners and saints join the broken and brave in this memory plane)
Dead are your eyes, nevertheless all the corpses still waltz by your side
(We're all the same)
Pain walks on broken feet
A broken heart keeps the beat
Still she hums softly
Looking through cloudy windowpanes, ooh
Without moving forever and a day
Then the light comes to greet her face, ooh
And brush the dust from her broken brain
Eyes say what the voice cannot
Is this where it ends?
Here, our paths must part
Just a helpless spectator, am I
And I keep questioning "God" to drown out the ferryman's calls
Only heard is here and now
So she runs everyday, her contagious self
But to hide on stage
Attempting to portray what's left