For thousand years i was alone
There was nobody and no soul
I lived in empty, breaking home
I've never had someone to call
Someone, to call a friend
So I'll spend another, not new brand
Millennium alone
With nobody at home
I dream of being more
Than old and dried black gore
Millennium alone
No soul, I'm on my own
I wish i would be more
I wish...
That is the felling of frustration
I can fell it through my bones
That is the true manifestation
It fells like black and old night owls
Silence, then i said, clear mind
Now frustration's speaking
There would be no help on the side
Frustration does not fell like playing
Playing with someone called a friend
So I'll spend another, not new brand
Millennium alone
With nobody at home
I dream of being more
Than old and dried black gore
Millennium alone
No soul, I'm on my own
I wish i would be more
I wish...
Millennium alone
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