Night falls down
It hides the evening light
All I see is dark, but nothing bright
Rough winds blow
Over these badlands
All I feel is cane in my hands
Light grey echoes
Are coming through stone walls
All I hear is cry of the dolls
All the fear
Outside of me
I stand near
I’m so soft ad free
Fields of fire
Allover the world
This desire
Is that what I’m told
Rusty snow-sand
Makes me dement
All I feel is bullet in my head
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Pellucid
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