One by one, piece by piece


Day and night, pass me by

As I ponder on what could have been


A glimmering lantern of hope

Guided my way

I cast it aside for a fool’s ambition

At the edge of glory was my brain

Quickly an edge turned to a cliff



Our vision of splendid fabrications

Are the fashion of our frame


From the heavens of victory I tumbled down

To flat fiery concrete

Underneath Lucifer’s heel


A crumbling castle

Laid on my back

Forevermore to burden with


The chain of hell constrict my wings

We model a fatal mystique

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