Now strange as strange seems to fly

Living life may be defined as just a lie

Depressed in a deep dungeon sorrow

Waiting for the faded light of tomorrow

Long dark cold days in your future past

With star bright nights in present last

Forever together dream, shed no tear

Close to the meaning of it all, so near.

Reach for understanding with a grasp

Escape mental clutches in just a gasp

No chance to feel any of reality again

So let go your spirit fight and refrain

From falling down to hit solid ground

And crack your skull without a sound

Lie there just bleeding from your head

Waiting for time to declare you dead

Strangely will your soul escape to fly

High above a dark blood broken sky

Endless may that strange journey be

Who knows what wonders are to see

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