Nettlethrone - Nine Hundred Days
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Nine hundred days of constant pain
Reoccuring nightmares without a break
All these things I've left to recollect
Found them broken longing for my past

Agonizing seclusion
Crippling my senses with distress
Burn this remembrance
I've burned these bridges (without regret)

Waiting, calling, praying, craving
One more day, one more night
One more year and it will be gone

Tension will drag you down
Crawling like a snake under your skin
Let the worms slither in your eyes
There is nothing left to see

One year from now on
I'll start to see again
All these mistakes I've made
They won't chase me for another day