| These are the ashes of time |
| No phoenix in sight |
| No train of thought to catch |
| At the empty station, relic of the past |
| Insipid, worthless, vacuous, monotonous |
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| A map of pitilessness |
| Guiding into heartlessness |
| No inner compass to orient |
| No beginning without an end |
| Black hole life? Oblivion? |
| I must leave behind |
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| No home for me |
| Here in this darkened wasteland time |
| So monochrome |
| No home for me |
| When all I see is black and white |
| Moving forward means leaving behind |
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| This map of pitilessness |
| A route into deadheartedness |
| Ruins |
| They capture splinters of my past, my shattered days |
| A lifetime made of debris, ember and of dust |
| I tramp, I stray, I roam |
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| No home for me |
| Here in this darkened wasteland time |
| So monochrome |
| No home for me |
| When all I see is black and white |
| Moving forward means leaving behind |
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| Shadows starving |
| Lurking for new lights to kill |
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| No way to navigate through this dreariness |
| No ray to illuminate a path towards the end |
| No past to realize, all covered in ashes |
| Leave behind the only chance to move on from here |
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| Leave behind |
| Change of mind |
| Leave behind |
| Change of mind |
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| No home for me |
| Here in this darkened wasteland time |
| So monochrome |
| No home for me |
| When all I see is black and white |
| Moving forward means leaving behind |
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