Hollow Days 

This world is turning, your soul is burning 
You’re in between the grace and grief 
Those fading hours in burning house 
Where nights are cold and light is brief 

Don’t’ feel like dying, don’t feel much living 
Feels just like time is standing still 
The dying daylight has turned to dead night 
Dead moon came out to thrill 
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These hollow days life’s cold embrace feeds your soul disgrace 
These hollow wounds you’ve tried to heal, but the pain’s too strong 
These hollow days life’s cold embrace brings your soul to waste 
These hollow wounds you’ve tried to heal, but the pain’s too strong 

Dead world keeps turning, dead soul keeps burning 
But heart is stun and standing still 
Those dying hours in bleeding house 
Where pain is strong and soul is weak... 
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