Disembodied - Anvil Chandelier
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The passing hours of life
Numb the pain of the pounding fists of consequence swelling on my skin
The festering wounds of a desire I've yet to obtain Makes it hard to see the truth yet still I strain
The faint promise of a future and things
I've never had lies fed where I was still pondering
The youth stolen from me and now I realize all I could've had
And now you tell me all I could've had
And now you give me all I could've had
I don't want it anymore
I don't need it anymore
No more hope just closed doors
And as we walk into oblivion
Every step is a reminder
Of passing hours
Of passing days
Of passing lives of passing away