With dark eyes burning from the sunset
And shifting sand beneath the stream
Senescence creeps up from the inside
I wonder sometimes if it's real
And shifting sand beneath the stream
Senescence creeps up from the inside
I wonder sometimes if it's real
The sky sinks deep into the mirrors
The door is not so far away
As coldness grovels for your downfall
I keep on reaching as you fade
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