Artista:
Mortal Love
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On the outskirts of my mind, theres really nothing leftIntegritys gone, Ive lost myself againViolet dreams of violent a kind, kaleidoscope mind of hateThe battle with everyone was really just the enemy withinOn the outskirts of my mind, theres really nothing leftHell is loose, and its only just begunI hold the truth, I am the cure, I hold you down, I beg you nowTry not to look me in the eye, as Im headed for the killI know I have to do it, even if Im lostOn the outskirts of my mind, theres really nothing leftViolet dreams of violent kind, they haunt me now youre goneCant seem to remember the day that I lost youBut it seems like I never had you anywayThis ceremony of opposites in my relation to both shadows at play in complete and utter darknessAnd the inexplicable absence of light on the brightest of days.The reality presented to me by shadows, appear no different that the one displayed by light.I am the difference, I am the anomaly, I am the Abyss and the void.It is the false truth, and the truth is always false.On the outskirts of my mind, theres really nothing leftHell is loose, hell is looseCant seem to find the outskirtsCant seem to remember the violetCant seem to remember the day that I lost youCant seem to tell a dream from a lieCant seem to tell you why Im here.
