Within Y - Portraying Dead Dreams


The answer echoes out through eternity, and nothing, NO NOTHING could ever stand alone
A Dead Cold, a man who belived he was a man of virtue, with loss of vice and perspectives
Sweet relief of bloodshed, seeking chaos, that keeps you down
You're a follower in a forgotten path
Cause for anything, but control. Cause for nothing, a senseless breath
Crash through me and burn my soul, set it ablaze

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