[GrasDeo]
It's always the little things
the rise and fall, an awakening call
Civilizations coming to ruin
clamor and chaos brewin'
I knew nothing lasted forever
but, oh, at least a hundred years
Yet, my conscience empties,
a pearl-less shell, just memories
This is a gentle monologue for my soul
searching for some comfort, a
consolation
before my heart becomes a consolidation
[ReClaim]
I needa, ask myself what's real and
what's not
before I let melancholy rule over me,
I needa ask myself, what's real and
what's not,
The mind's becoming nothing but a
couldron,
a couldron of anxiety and anger,
depression and dominion
of death and devastation
[GrasDeo]
Before my heart grows dark and weary
I gotta find the light,
A sunlight beating dead in my eyes
Warming me from the core
And so nevermore shall I fall victim as before
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