Pavor Nocturnus by Diabolical
[I.]
Trapped inside a world distorted
Thick air, pounding pulse
Climbing dead walls, seeking cure
Chemical solutions giving no relief
In this relentless circle
The spiral heading downwards
Chaos is closing in
Temporary solutions for a
Dislocated mind
Embrace the dawn they say
Daily escapism
And seek the light they say
Where the walls have already
Absorbed whatever rays there were
[II.]
Patters seem unbreakable in this room of decay
The only wish is the wish to endure
This endless journey of self-contempt
The sun is rising upon others
Laughter is echoing, but not here
Only elsewhere
Truthful words and acts of deliverance
Every reason evident, but not here
Only elsewhere
det som kallades framtid finns mte mer
allt det som blomstade �r nu d�tt och begraver
och allt som var vackert �r ruttet nu
det some kallades hunger finns inte mer
det enda som flammar �r sm�rtans l�ga
i vetskapen om att ha varit f�rd bakom ljuset
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