Tears Seven Times - Gallow-Breached... End of Illusions
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No one shall know of the pain I wrought
In the attempt to "better myself"
The ideal for which I longed was viewed
Through meaningless dull eyes
The saddened shroud of a mist left in its wake
Lifted without so much as a thought
Turned to face a living ghost
The throbbing in my head
Gives way to a chorus of sorts
"Heaven might be too crowded for the likes of you"
Virtue has stolen my crown
Raped by the light of Christ
"Heaven might be too crowded for the likеs of you"
Sobbing through a smile I can only lament this pathetic turn of еvents
I cry out for the death of my love
There is only one responsible
The cursed witch - she’s to blame
Dancing for your amusement
I play my part as you
Laugh from your ivory tower
I make my way to her room
To deliver swift abuse
Quick to ascend the stairs
We’ll see what comes of you
As I enter her ancient chambers
The witch has recognized my presence
I clutch a knife to inflict a
Flesh wound proportional to my hurt
My inertia is cut short when
I crash into the wall and then she
Calls to dark forces and black magic
Thwarting my final attempts
This is my last requiem for lonely hearts
Try and think of something quick
To part the tiles and take me under
I hated the life I threw away much more than you could know
Yet when faced with its nearing end my body froze
Out comes Morgana
From her swindled and decrepit coffin
She called it "abode" for however long
And broke the silence
“O how the stones
Thrown against your bones
Ache in sympathy
And as you had known perfection
Failure to know your heart had sown your downfall
You could not stand complacency
You turned it to something else
With this
Breathe your last
Seal your lips and close your eyes
It’s over”
There’s nothing left for me in this world
As even the skies seem to agree
The hour is ripe for my departure
Oh the humanity
One minute is all you need
The walls are closing in and I don't think I can get away with it this time
The walls have closed
In my final moments
My martyrdom devolves into
A tug of war between self preservation and the ego
Settling for self conceit
There is no room for hesitation
Lest you appear a child playing with knives
Slicing the jugular - this will be the easy part
In the attempt to "better myself"
The ideal for which I longed was viewed
Through meaningless dull eyes
The saddened shroud of a mist left in its wake
Lifted without so much as a thought
Turned to face a living ghost
The throbbing in my head
Gives way to a chorus of sorts
"Heaven might be too crowded for the likes of you"
Virtue has stolen my crown
Raped by the light of Christ
"Heaven might be too crowded for the likеs of you"
Sobbing through a smile I can only lament this pathetic turn of еvents
I cry out for the death of my love
There is only one responsible
The cursed witch - she’s to blame
Dancing for your amusement
I play my part as you
Laugh from your ivory tower
I make my way to her room
To deliver swift abuse
Quick to ascend the stairs
We’ll see what comes of you
As I enter her ancient chambers
The witch has recognized my presence
I clutch a knife to inflict a
Flesh wound proportional to my hurt
My inertia is cut short when
I crash into the wall and then she
Calls to dark forces and black magic
Thwarting my final attempts
This is my last requiem for lonely hearts
Try and think of something quick
To part the tiles and take me under
I hated the life I threw away much more than you could know
Yet when faced with its nearing end my body froze
Out comes Morgana
From her swindled and decrepit coffin
She called it "abode" for however long
And broke the silence
“O how the stones
Thrown against your bones
Ache in sympathy
And as you had known perfection
Failure to know your heart had sown your downfall
You could not stand complacency
You turned it to something else
With this
Breathe your last
Seal your lips and close your eyes
It’s over”
There’s nothing left for me in this world
As even the skies seem to agree
The hour is ripe for my departure
Oh the humanity
One minute is all you need
The walls are closing in and I don't think I can get away with it this time
The walls have closed
In my final moments
My martyrdom devolves into
A tug of war between self preservation and the ego
Settling for self conceit
There is no room for hesitation
Lest you appear a child playing with knives
Slicing the jugular - this will be the easy part
