Seven Daily Sins - Ego, Revisited | Текст песни

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The blissful chain of weird events that drew hin into "now" dissolved with time, and deeper
sense was getting lost somehow. These weary tales were scary tales as he aloud declaimed.
The boy sought bitterness to taste and failed to numb own pain. The hope died first, the ache
it swelled, empoisoned every cell. Past a whole epoch of myselves and me's, the curtain fell.
Of no tomorrow did he dream, obsession fueled unrest, rapt by a strange and curious will to
leave for good, for best. Depict, dissect, survive - too late. The sanity stroke twelve. How
blessed or cursed are those whose fate is heaven their hell? Oh what a Poe rip-off

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