it is time to say goodbye,
it is time for the end
it is time for the end
no more happiness found
now that I am free of sin
it's a lonely walk down
an empty street,
I can't seem to care
an empty street,
I can't seem to care
and when I reach
out my hand,
no one is there
out my hand,
no one is there
left to embellish
the past with taunts
of returning to the start
the past with taunts
of returning to the start
and making war
out of love
became my perfected art
out of love
became my perfected art
only bridges burned
just beyond
the insanity of yesterday
just beyond
the insanity of yesterday
a voice
shouting out
that has nothing left to say
shouting out
that has nothing left to say
so much damage,
so many battlefields
with hearts left broken
so many battlefields
with hearts left broken
so easily scoffed at
the madness in the words
I have spoken
the madness in the words
I have spoken
the keys won't work
on the door,
my soul is out of business
on the door,
my soul is out of business
my pain
is so great that my
damnation is listless
is so great that my
damnation is listless
only a few
more steps to
a journey of finality
more steps to
a journey of finality
the soft kiss
of death is all
that's left for me
of death is all
that's left for me
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