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Tragic

Time flies,
like radiated birds of a silver sky
Im choking,
slowly drying up like a mummy in a tomb
Crying,
Your love is killing me inside
Stabbing,
I wish it would find peace

The knife, in my hand.
It\'s killing you away,
taking you from me.
Letting you drift,
further every minute of the day.

Temples,
of dark and awful kind
Stories,
I remember them like time
Slowly,
tearing me apart and throwing me away
Silence,
sitting in a dusty room watching this day

Moving slowly, through the times void.
Bringing with it the end of my life.
Just leave, leave and dont look back.
Just leave, leave and dont look back.

A god, I am. Among men, I stand.
Watch me proclaim my immortality,
and laugh at me.

I am pathetic, I am tragic
I am pathetic, I am tragic

I am pathetic, I am tragic
I am pathetic, I am tragic

I am pathetic, I am tragic
I am pathetic, I am tragic

I am pathetic, I am tragic
I am pathetic, I am tragic

I am pathetic, I am tragic
I am pathetic, I am tragic

There will be no cry for help,
I will slap your stretched out hand away.




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Publicerad 2007-08-30 10:32



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