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Metamorphosis
In those rough passionate hours as Diónysos and Nýx entwine
Two hollow wishful eyes leer at the unhinged star stained sky
Shambling soul, stagnant reflections, disillusioned perceptions
An eternal pandemonium, boulevard of nirvana or beguiling hallucinations ?
The theatre is a graveyard, buried with afflictions, nurtured by faith
Actors were dead, deceivers are born, amongst them believers stood torn,
Beliefs succumb to reality, questions divorce answers, lies choke desires
Broken, etched with scars, the heart walked away.. walked alone.. walked too far...
Two hollow wishful eyes leer at the unhinged star stained sky
Shambling soul, stagnant reflections, disillusioned perceptions
An eternal pandemonium, boulevard of nirvana or beguiling hallucinations ?
The theatre is a graveyard, buried with afflictions, nurtured by faith
Actors were dead, deceivers are born, amongst them believers stood torn,
Beliefs succumb to reality, questions divorce answers, lies choke desires
Broken, etched with scars, the heart walked away.. walked alone.. walked too far...
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