Tell me now your cold confession A blade to lance the heart of time Bittersweet ageold regression How soon we forget our cursed lies There is nothing left of me Blinded by the rest of me Burn your thoughts to kill the past Empty pleasures never last Fill the night with haunted screams Beckoning within my dreams Cause empty pleasures never last Empty pleasures never last Weeping now in blind confusion Mourn the soul of one who knows Turn away in pale delusion A lullaby for frozen souls
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