The dark side of the moon is where I dwell all alone,
Listening to a deadly requiem for my dreams and sins
As I stab the night with my sharpen sword, dying and
Killing again all the blame I try to hide under my skin.
Listening to a deadly requiem for my dreams and sins
As I stab the night with my sharpen sword, dying and
Killing again all the blame I try to hide under my skin.
In my delirium I know much more about my underworld,
Every step into my darkness is a chthonic rite, an insight
Into the unknown, a door open to my cherished demons,
My faithful masters of barren days and abstract nights.
Every step into my darkness is a chthonic rite, an insight
Into the unknown, a door open to my cherished demons,
My faithful masters of barren days and abstract nights.
The dark side of the moon buries my mysterious face,
The one my grotesque mirror does show and reveal
As my insane mind eats my inside searching for myself
In my bleeding hands when my face I have to conceal.
The one my grotesque mirror does show and reveal
As my insane mind eats my inside searching for myself
In my bleeding hands when my face I have to conceal.
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