Memorial Day - Phobia | Текст песни

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• Memorial Day
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Sorrows flows within my veins,
Humanity’s coldness grips my soul,
I can hear the silent screams,
A disease takes control.

Dismay slowly begins to rule my life,
Isolation from the mass activates my withering,
A dark star is the guide of my ending path,
I’ve chosen the wrong way to play the game.

Creating a mask,
Hide the truth,
Deny what’s so real,
Dance on the grave!

Depressive is what I’ve become,
I tried to run the wrong path.
Reality grips my appearance,
Accept my illness
And face the truth.

And so I try to make my life.
Hold my hand and lead me through.
Beyond the gates of twilight,
Where in the end I free my mind.

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