reality responds in kind
dark shadows roam wasted lands
dreams and wishes turn to dust
empty vessels try to make amends
like a bird with clipped wings
looking at the unobtainable sky
wondering what it feels like to fly
grey skies reflect our troubled mind
reality responds in kind
bodies become sacks of bones
hearts made of stone
thats all that is left
when men is left alone
traps underneath our feet
wandering on the rithme of our heartbeat
ilussions and ignorance gain ground
our souls hell bound
grey skies reflect our troubled mind
reality responds in kind
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