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d i v e r g e n t
Code of the Heretic Mage
The Creation
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Visionaire, the silverscreen, distant mirrors all i see.
Shadows dancing closer, dripping from the orb.
Well, its all said and done, yes, i will swallow the sun.
Can't keep the mind from slipping further into the dark.
Lead in my lungs.
Clutching at the straws.
Suck the sorrow dry.
Deception kings the unborn one, the torture is slow,
I could not pull the weight of the ache that ive been dealt.
Beneath the dirt lives a different kind.
Slither inside, can't go where i hide.
The truth in me, too dark to see.
So bitter the taste, now the poison runs free.
On the dream you once rode, now your visions all corrode.
You're the one who sent me.
When all hope is gone and the damage done,
I'm still alive, you can't erase me, won't go away.
Of hatred and scorn, of the heart that's been torn.
From a darkened womb, in your dreams i was born.
Cannot ease the fever flaming,
can't close out the frequence lusting for the lies.
When your depression slowly leaves,
the world around you starts to burn.
Way down in seclusion, the icon of your fear.
Let your eyes believe you see it all so clear.
Won't feel it coming, won't feel anything at all.
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Composed by Parnasuss
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