Walking where the dead ships dwell These are shores I left behind Streets were getting smaller and I had to leave – In Flames –
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Walking where the dead ships dwell These are shores I left behind Streets were getting smaller and I had to leave – In Flames –
From green to red our days pass by. Waiting for a sign to tell us why. Are we dancing all alone? Can you please tell me my name, I haven’t checked it today
Fueled, these new shores burn, dark past lies cold. Shadow, my sweet shadow, to you I look no more.
Everything’s in place. So much better from today. A king in my own mind.
I’ve come to realize every little glimpse, you fade. I was told that I could fly when least expected, cloud connected.
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak. No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me.
