The Obsessed - Skybone Тексты

You are, then what is me
Inner vision forest from a seed
Fortune smiles to the sane depraved
The tortured miles to an immortal grave
I want to say, but I can't say
It no more
You are, why is me
Night of a shooting star
Froze in sweltering misery
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