From the pieces of the past,
I created this weird peasant.
And it's ruled by pretty shadows,
Guiding me around the present.
All the leafs are falling now,
From the tree my mind once was.
Love and pleasure, hate and pain,
Autumn winds took 'em away.
Now i am empty, just a shell,
Look inside and you'll see nothing.
Crawling through the lighted way
I'm seeking my own acceptance.
Everyday i run in circles,
Stepping on the same foot traces.
Shadows trapped me in this cage,
I've already seen those places.
And the key is in my hand,
But i can't unlock the door,
Something's pulling me away...
"dying slowly on the floor."
Now i am dead, but still alive,
I am a shadow of my soul.
All the harm my body suffered...
It was done by me, the host.
I am the master, i am the slave,
I am the owner of the key,
I am dust and i am ash.
And my mind ?
Freak on a leash.
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