Slowly
The entire time we spent
Searching through ruins and sands
For a reason or just
An answer that would
Allow us to sleep
But the rain
Didn't come to save us from
The demon's song
So we flew through
A mirror paved of hopes
Shattered as past times
They're dancing until the afterworld
Hidden from the eye of a bourgeois jar
In the hayloft they dug a hole
Your mudcheeks are smiling like never before
Slowly you're losing something you had to fight for
Something is getting lost
Slowly you're turning flowers into shards of glass
Swallow your pain
Slowly we're withering into gravestones
After the number eight
Only comes the infinite
To lead you astray
And leave you with nothing at all
Now it's gone
Your hands can't grasp what
Your eyes can't see
A barren land was then filled
With dreams of days to come.
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