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The winter, here again begins its yearly dance with the darker side of me
The season no longer inspires urgent sadness as it once did,
Merely an unsettling grey

Men tänk om jag
Skulle bara försöka
Kämpa en gång till mot
Mörkret
Skulle det vara värt, bära frukt
Eller bara vara en till besvikelse
Att packa upp
Och slänga på brasan!
Där alla andra små
Paketer brinner varmt
Paketer med ingen retur adress

Oh, I was not born to exist here
In a place where my mind has no peace and my heart has no hope

I rattle my chains and cry for help where there is absolutely none to be found
The few laughs that belch from within me attempt to disguise the loss

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from As The Temple Burns EP, released August 15, 2015

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