Wandering the margins of existence
No answers here
Searching the faces of strangers
No answers there
Rusted were these hidden images
But now I give them to the world
To the world
Break the hourglass and let the legacy spawn
I hear the name on the whispers of unknown tongues
All fades out, silence regained
I’m the only one
Left in open wastelands
Never a chance to speak
Sickened by the open search, shattered by the change
Too intoxicated to bear this out
I’m roaming on through the mass of sound
Renowned for all the wrong reasons
I’ve slowly distorted into something that I’m not
Staring into the void of hopelessness
I will never be set free
There are no answers here
You can find me wandering the margins of existence
Wandering the margins of existence
No answers here
Searching the faces of strangers
No answers there
Rusted were these hidden images
But now I give them to the world
To the world
Between the underworld and this chaos I reside
I shall rise again
I am the ferryman
I shall rise again...
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