Memories of a Lost Soul - The Art of Never | Текст песни

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• Memories of a Lost Soul
• The Art of Never

hey, this is your reality, not reckoned by your ultimate will, o god.
make me a liar, whilst i try to return
as clear as water.

-what you will see anyhow, won't be me-

souls, flow, like lies in this time.
come on , fear no-one.
To spawn lies, is the art you wanna teach us,
the art of never.
they grow inside of me, say those words!, they grow inside of me, the art-of-never

you say: "what is beauty", while you are watching me rot,
your eyes can't stare inside, when you're looking for
something that's inside of me, something that was wrong,
you look into my eyes of ice, those are whispers of my death.

hey, this is your reality, not reckoned by your ultimate will, o god.
make me a liar, whilst i try to return
as clear as water.

cry for it's time , why i feel nothing ?
generated lies falls like a house of cards,
the art of never,i

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