Рет қаралды 190
Lyrics:
They stormed the wasteland with reckless cheer,
A barren stretch of minds held near.
Pink-hued markers lined the space,
Yet they crossed, defying grace.
Born from depths where shadows writhe,
They slithered through with poisoned life.
Masters of the sinking ground,
They left no haven safe or sound.
Melancholy dreams descend,
In the void, their whispers bend.
Sowing sorrow, dark they weave,
A twilight waltz that won’t relieve
With gleeful hands, they worked their art,
Injecting shadow, piercing hearts.
Certainty fled, doubt took its place,
Their touch, a cold and cruel embrace.
A hurried step, a fleeting grin,
Despair brewed thick beneath their skin.
They knew the alchemy of dread.
A fleeting taste, a future bled.
The barren land lay stripped, undone,
Drained of hope beneath no sun.
Laughter echoed, cruel and stark,
Fading into the looming dark.
Melancholy dreams descend,
In the void, their whispers bend.
Sowing sorrow, dark they weave,
A twilight waltz that won’t relieve.
Melancholy dreams remain,
Etched in hearts, a burning stain.
Though they leave, their shadow stays,
A silent hymn of yesterdays.
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