Arms towering into fear Feels like I am going in my sleep The dead are breeding under my pillow Is there a place for you in me? Best forgotten Gates closing when you draw near At the very heart of melancholia Those were his last words Is there still something to die for? Inside my heart a wasteland That only you can fill with life For ther are strangers in our way Pulling us under, dreaming us under tonight As certain as the grave If I lie to you again Imposed in the darkness Every word is true and best forgotten Words surrender into a seal My life is a curse I keep to myself The dead are breaking under my pillow Memories of when you were there Best forgotten Lips drying when you are near At the very pit of melancholia Those were her last souls Is there still something to dream of? Inside my heart a wasteland still That only you could make me feel For there are snakes in our way Feeling us under, nesting us under tonight As certain as the grave if I lie to you again Imposed in the darkness Every word is true and best forgotten
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