And the ship went down in sight of Land.
I just woke up
can't feel any redemption throught my throat
only a sad, jaded morning crossing my window.
does not matter how shiny
does not matter how bright
missing you is to live in a timeless night.
Right now I can hear the silence, rotten plot of every hour to come
maybe I'll prepare a skeptic smile
maybe I won`t.
I turn my back, prepare the rusty weapon
It seems this lack may be hardly carried upon
your truth returns to my soul's army, (so metaphysic but it might)
does not matter how shiny
does not matter how bright.
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