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Behind the Screen of Shame

by Fatalism Unbound

Bless the butterflies I insist
No reason why, no wonder
Borrow your remembrance from the mist
Accompanied with thunder

What is it, I don't know
No one will ever answer
The way is clear, strain of hope
Twilights wait for a romancer
Silent dancer like an orphan lost again
In a dark hour, in a dark tower
In a place of marching ghosts

Mere delusion, daily chore
Bless the sister of all whores
We are young yet tired to live
Sick of nature`s precious gift

Oh, Saint Frances, here I come
Tell your god what I`ve become
All my story till the end
Wish you well, my ugly friend

Sing a song of summer rain
Breeze away reality
By the wind of neveragain

Life is just a stupid game
But the way of clarity
Hides behind the screen of shame
No one is to blame
No one is to blame

Bless the butterflies I insist
No reason why, no wonder
Borrow your remembrance from the mist
Accompanied with thunder

What is it, I don't know
No one will ever answer
The way is clear, strain of hope
Twilights wait for a romancer
Silent dancer like an orphan lost again
In a dark hour, in a dark tower
In a place of marching ghosts

It`s all about vanity & greed
Self-destruction I admit
Human, delete, surrender the hope
Tired and blind
Awake in drunken reality
I am nothing-man again
Not a human
Once I was and fell too far
And I felt to seek the suffer