[Vanhaa crappia]

You wake up at the edge of void,
staring the eyes of Reason to live.
Some people call it justice,
but you simply have nothing to give.
It haunts you always every night,
it feasts with love, desire and hatred.

You run.
You hide.
You fight.
You try.

Still. It grips. It shines. Like a chain.

Have you ever rested in peace?
Have ever done what you wish?
Have you ever touched true passion?
Have you ever had anything to cherish?

*kertsi*
Bleach turns your life 'to sheet-blank white.
Fades the shades off every night.
Doesn't kill, just takes the blite.
Drains dry as wind-mixed dust.
Now all you feel is worn-out lust.
Leaves you just whispered mistrust.

Is this life, flesh and blood?
Doesn't seem like a story to write.
Lord of secrets, king of dark.
Just fall or go, you're crashing the flight.
If you're born crippled, blind,
when you first time see even shadows are bright.

You run.
You hide.
You fight.
You try.

Still. It grips. It shines. Like a chain.

*kertsi*
Bleach turns your life 'to sheet-blank white.
Fades the shades off every night.
Doesn't kill, just takes the blite.
Drains dry as wind-mixed dust.
Now all you feel is worn-out lust.
Leaves you just whispered mistrust.

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