He looked up to the sky,
Felt a little dizzy or maybe somewhat high.
Laughter came in all directions of his life.
Sorrowfully inclined to a little strife.
He walked into something, he had no idea how to get out.
Crazed images of a fallen heroes doubt.
What brought him this low to want to disappear?
Can it be all that he had feared.
Where had he sunk to,
A lost man's pity, to a false man's truth.
Another damaged soul took place of anothers shattered mind.
Let's go back to the beginning, let's rewind.
Grace over towers a lost man's dignity to find an answer from within.
A coward that took over the imagination of a holy man who sinned.
Where will this bring us, counting lost hours that feeds from our brain.
To the weak ones who lost themselves, to the ones who went insane.
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