This Shrine of Time

Calloused is our heart
Bitter from the dark
Sand rains in on us
In this hole of distrust

The same, the same
It doesn’t have to always be
The same, the same
Baby I feel your pain

Tears fill this boat
My stones weigh the most
Carried through the end
Hold on to my contempt

The same, the same
It doesn’t have to always be
The same, insane
I’ll deny all that lies

In the end, in the end
We have only ourself
In the end, only pretend
That this isn’t hell

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