In an empty house on crystalline sand There's a doorway to the skies So I look and take a little step Towards the gates of memory I turn around; nobody sees me They are lost tearing down another's dreams The myth of blood and ashes Essential parts of the show X marks the spot But I won't be found The cards haven't changed It's time to go I burn inside with secret passion To cross the maze of the past that has not been This is a world of its own Lies turn to lives turn to stone Evading the falling parts I jeopardize my existence A distant melody fading so quickly By the sound of it: decomposed Framed and behind broken glass Reflections of my mind turn pale Fall apart, like the words Of the world not to be I can't remember what it was That made all of this start Like leaves in the wind Drifting on and on 'til the end There's only fragments Nothing left to recall the picture I don't have a clue Why I'm still running Blue skies, no sound lies beyond Cracks appear in the hallways of the dark Shakingly, my fingers touch the door Break down to the air from stories above Now I'm pushing so far, There must be a reaction New fears take hold of my mind Whilst avoiding detection So high above, I'm surrounded by heaven Standing on a beam of make-believe, Secrets and rumours unspoken again Pulling away my foundations I feel I'm falling again Now a part of the ruins Journeying downwards To somewhere beyond I look through myself Now a part of the past That will not be Left in blood and ashesBirth sign: Capricorn
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