I wish to confess my darkest sin
I actually like those moments in-between
Spin, spin, spin my poor old head
The monster screams under the bed
And the lamplight flickers on the wall
He is dead, he won't save us all
Ball of passion and deep pain
Shivers cutting through my brain
Rain of darkness with dead flies
Dying stars fuel my burning eyes
Lies, lies, lies I've heard enough
It gets harder to stay tough
Rough teeth chew on my soul
Never reaching that infamous goal
Roll, roll, roll my vain desires
On top of wish filled tires
Aspires he who eats illusion
Empty dreams and utter confusion
A conclusion's hard to find
Too many whispers in my mind
Glide, glide, glide over dark thoughts
A siren screaming and a cloud of moths
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