The day is done, roll credits in the dark
think back, feel tall, feel small, fel empty
more pain than pleasure, more regret, but still
there's light, there's hope, to be free
But he's falling through an abyss of smiles
those that are fake, and real ones he cant return
he feels everything, he believes in nothing but him-
his existence, as his dreams of the stars burn
wish it could be different, but its not
wish he wasnt screaming, but it wont stop
on and on inside breaking his heart..
feeling hollowed out, he trembles, cold
the ghouls pf his past and his soul that was sold
come back to haunt him; its out of his control
the world is drowning, clinging to itself for support
and feel its need, its greed, its misery that loves you
sucking him in as he struggles against the quick sand
of the realisation that evades others, just to blind YOU
move on, stay strong, dont sense it, dont greet it
he still guards his power to release the universe, to be
everything that he shouldnt be, but what everyone needs
but there're civilians in this war, the unwitting soldiers
... now he cant be free
wish it could be different, but its not
wish he wasnt screaming, but it wont stop
on and on inside breaking his heart..
feeling hollowed out, he trembles, cold
the ghouls of his past and his soul that was sold
come back to haunt him; its out of his control
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