The future is just a dark mirage, the past is so as well, so what's the point?
lyrics
Static time carries on
over the tears and screams,
feeble cries can be heard,
all of them noise far apart.
Vision, wretched can't focus,
not ahead, nor behind,
past, present and future,
all of them blurred.
The past is dead and buried,
the future is black and dreadful,
time dies faster and faster,
with no memories to keep,
for all of them are so brief,
all of them are just blur.
The present time is dead,
the stillborn future, darkened,
shed my worthless blood,
upon the shapeless memories and wishes.
Future ahead, is a dead end,
even the fields outside the road,
are blurry memories of pain,
thorns, in my wretched heart...
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