The Silk Demise - Morealis | Текст песни

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One night at her bedside, she will lie awake
With thoughts through her head and plans for her fate.

To reach through her madness would paint her face white
And deliver her pain with punishing might.

It swallows her whole, as if some sort of beast
With nothing to hide, her soul is its feast.

No margin for error, no second to waste
The dream she is placed in reminds her of hate.

This body she's trapped in can bear no escape
Like horrors and demons, there's a mask on her face.

While tragic and sadness await by her side
The effortless sleep will be her ultimate ride.

The stage is now set, she is ready to go
And only seconds remain until the start of her show.

The wait is so lonesome, so desperately dry
That her eyes will go red and will soon start to cry.

This waiting impatience can drive her to madness
The only thing keeping her is unbroken sadness.

So with one mournful cry, she cries out for him
But nothing is heard and things become dim.

Her eyes are now closing, now ready for sleep
Her prayers have been answered, she'll no longer weep.


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