In The Company Of Men - Lost In Black | Текст песни

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• In The Company Of Men
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Molding, fiction, into, reality,
As I ascend my mind into oblivion,
molded into shape.
intuition, formless, becomes, eternity.
Craft, capacity is only fiction,
thoughts so transparent,
yet never fully understood.

Eternity passes by, quickly,
lost in the abyss I am mindless
surreal, blackness,
spill out my thoughts

With my pen in hand,
I start to shape worlds beyond,
far from the cosmos,
my mind will dwell.

Abstract, artworks,
my ink flows like blood,
Endless, blackness,
my senses take hold,

I am lost within my mind.
Breaking form reality, fade.

forever lost in Forever lost,
forever lost in Forever lost,
forever lost in In this world of clay,
I start to create,
my hands shape and mold,
worlds beyond.

I craft, I create,
all becomes blank,
My grasp of the real world fates,
as I tighten the grip,
my eyes feed me,
yet I hunger for more,
I start to create life.
My senses fade,
forever lost in,
My senses fade,
forever, lost in black.

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