Stormy day outside When nothing´s real His nameless face appears
I see a man waiting for A sign he´s been seeking Heralds of the end
So this way ends his day His days all feel the same Heads down, crippling steps
As misery is coming And nothing´s real Raindrops keep falling to wet his pain
Distress in never-ending days Hope death is for real Distress in never-ending days Rainfall unending
To find death in misery A blessing in these times The greatest gift
Espero que estos delicados sueños vuelen hacia ti como violentas quimeras encarnadas de ensueño y destrucción, para que solo dejes de mentirte a ti mismo y sacies tu duda devorando la soledad en este irreverente abandono al cual pertenecemos mucho antes que nuestros pies caminaran estos insufribles lugares.
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