I never claimed to know the road ahead
But did you ever listen to a single word I said?
No, you were busy fighting all those ghosts in your head

cold breath of wind from misery's tired wings
Put a big bird in a small cage and see what kind of song he sings
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No, there'd be no cheerful tunes
No, 'cause they'd all be about you
These streets bring those memories back again
I feel that I'm closer to the end

Your panic-filled screams fill up these empty halls
And this feeling's got you climbing on the walls
Your skin is peeling off, my song is slowly killing you
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I can't hold you closer than this
Still you feel so far away
There's this taste on your tounge when we kiss
taste of tragedy

Closer to the end
I'm closer to the end