Little kid sits on the floor
His arms are hidden unto dark
Hurst blind blood on evening walls
Those clowning has begun with rug
Rug for his rust, Rug to danger
And once inside him something broke
You're not alone who is the stranger
For you, For me...For endless road
Into cage of ash and bones
Where were too much for you
Can you believe you had a crown
But you don't know it was so cruel
Ruined yourself with heart and soul
Now it fault...and fault and fault
In dust of time like into dirt
Your prison gave you one last hurt
You smile and cry after midnight
You're falling down without the rains
But Ache into your dreamy eyes
Can show you fly after cold flames...
Delirium
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