Image from Image by Hypomanic Daydream

Without a line with a longing
Within the mind lies the lie
She's lost without her favorite person
When she's within time flies by

Look through the lens unclouded by apathy
There lies your image unfolded on display

The mirror reflects the truth
There is no painting youth
Silvering the skin
Seeding lies within

Sinking to the scars
That cotton tucks away
The image must not fade
This has to change
This has to change
“ÖUGH”

Within a sooth with the hounding
Without the truth close that eye
She's lost without her favorite person
When she's within time flies by

The strands of web unwind
Spiderlings climb inside
Underneath the skin
They eat what's within
Festering away
The image will decay
If you sheath the blade
It can still change
It can still change
“HEY”

Without an aim she paints pictures
Within the frame lies the sky
She's lost without her favorite person
When she's within It all flies by.

• Death Metal
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• avant-garde death metal
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• Chicago