—I was your "Morning star"... and you betrayed me...
You never loved me, only loved what you created, to satisfy your ego.
Selfish, hypocrite, lier...
But... ¿You know what? I'm being all you want me to be.
I'm just like you:
A creator, a king, a pride sinful god, just like you... "Father".
—I was your "Morning star"... and you betrayed me...
You never loved me, only loved what you created, to satisfy your ego.
Selfish, hypocrite, lier...
But... ¿You know what? I'm being all you want me to be.
I'm just like you:
A creator, a king, a pride sinful god, just like you... "Father".
—Oye, An... Realmente necesitas comprar más de estas cosas — Dijo mientras limpiaba su boca, listo para seguir comiendo cosas que saco de la nevera del emo (?)
—Oye, An... Realmente necesitas comprar más de estas cosas — Dijo mientras limpiaba su boca, listo para seguir comiendo cosas que saco de la nevera del emo (?)
Gemstones and magic alone cannot bring about my deepest wish.
There’s never an end to these miserable days.
I breathe like I’m gasping for air,
While greed rears its ugly head.
As my desire grows, it just feels too narrow here.
This is a light that won’t ever disappear,
An anger that won’t ever wane.
If it were to ever be revealed, ah ah ah―
As the shadows dance all around,
Listen to the incessant voices
To grasp freedom in my hands.
As if it were a curse, off to the far reaches we fly.
Ah-ah, it’s still not enough.
Blinking with the snake.
The stars all shattered again, and with them, my wish.
Every sliver of hope on a new dawn just gets dragged down each time.
I’ve weaved together a patchwork illusion,
Over this tasteless reality.
But even if I were to overwrite it all, it just feels too dark here.
And that is a future that is all blotted out.
But maybe someday this vertigo will clear up,
If it were to ever be destroyed, ah-ah-ah―
With a thirst unable to be quenched,
My dry throat trembles.
One day I’ll tear through this sky,
And what I’ll see beyond that is…
As the shadows flicker in and out,
Follow where the scarab leads
To grasp freedom in my hands.
I can only pine since it’s all a lie.
Ah-ah, I just want to know.
Gemstones and magic alone cannot bring about my deepest wish.
There’s never an end to these miserable days.
I breathe like I’m gasping for air,
While greed rears its ugly head.
As my desire grows, it just feels too narrow here.
This is a light that won’t ever disappear,
An anger that won’t ever wane.
If it were to ever be revealed, ah ah ah―
As the shadows dance all around,
Listen to the incessant voices
To grasp freedom in my hands.
As if it were a curse, off to the far reaches we fly.
Ah-ah, it’s still not enough.
Blinking with the snake.
The stars all shattered again, and with them, my wish.
Every sliver of hope on a new dawn just gets dragged down each time.
I’ve weaved together a patchwork illusion,
Over this tasteless reality.
But even if I were to overwrite it all, it just feels too dark here.
And that is a future that is all blotted out.
But maybe someday this vertigo will clear up,
If it were to ever be destroyed, ah-ah-ah―
With a thirst unable to be quenched,
My dry throat trembles.
One day I’ll tear through this sky,
And what I’ll see beyond that is…
As the shadows flicker in and out,
Follow where the scarab leads
To grasp freedom in my hands.
I can only pine since it’s all a lie.
Ah-ah, I just want to know.
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Don't go there 'cause you'll never return. I know you think of me when you think of her.
But then it don't make sense when you're tryin' hard to do the right thing but without recompense.
Don't go there 'cause you'll never return. I know you think of me when you think of her.
But then it don't make sense when you're tryin' hard to do the right thing but without recompense.
Somewhere along the way, we lost it all
Spitting out a phrase without a shape.
How can I convey what I feel to you?
Collecting scraps of dreams that never came,
Makes it all seem like my mistake.
Somewhere along the way, we lost it all
Spitting out a phrase without a shape.
How can I convey what I feel to you?
Collecting scraps of dreams that never came,
Makes it all seem like my mistake.
