Dungeons of a Conscience
Here lies the only opening to hell
A lovely rapture
For any person hoping to live and tell
When even the lord himself
Turns his shoulder and looks away
The curse of man
To never again see a passing day
The world is only a reflection of your doom
In our weary eyes, failure looms
Here lies the only opening to hell
A lovely rapture
For any person hoping to live and tell
Floating naked devils
The obstacles I come to find upon my return
Currently digging my way to a forsaken level
Reflecting on past transgressions
It’s become a field of flawed confessions
I remember a child
Whom once looked to captivate the world
Fallen short he realized he was but a colorful mutt
Finding comfort in a reality that all doors were shut
Here lies the only opening to hell
A lovely rapture
For any person hoping to live and tell
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