Apart from this, mind disarray.
The body creaks, inevitable decay.
The mind is gone, the deed you erased.
And take from this, one piece will stay.
The walls are falling down.
Rust covers your town.
You miss the way the wind stole your fear.
The days, are dragging on.
The road can't leave you home.
We wander aimlessly,
The legs are getting weak,
and I watch your will deplete.
And when the cards are down,
You lose the feelings found,
The road feels meek.
The walls are falling down.
Rust covers your town.
You miss the way the wind stole your fear.
The walls are falling down.
Nothing inside your mound.
Coming to stop inside, don't lose what's dear.
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