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Nothing is My Name
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Gothic Nothing is what I am
Speaks my name, speaks my soul
Nothing is who I am
Take control, take control
Nothing is this dear life
In my hands, in my hands
Nothing does it mean,
Nothing dear, nothing grand
Nothing cries my voice
Have no choice, have no choice
Nothing is ever happy
Nothing is ever meant for me
Nothing is my mortal
Nothing here, nothing there
Not a penny is it worth
So my life I shall not spare
I am nothing, speaks my mind
I drag on, like an eagle falling
Nothing will I ever be, not for you, not to me
Lost is my soul, into the void
Nothing speaks my heart
Nothing cries my soul
Nothing shouts my lips
Nothing am I now
Nothing tells the words
That I say, that I say
Nothing tells my throat
That I cut with the blade
A worthless plague on the end of the road
An endless life that drags on, so I’m told
I am nothing, cries the wind, through the night, through the night
Nothing howls the trees, branches speak, they are right
I am the shadow of the girl that’s lost behind
I am the one who lurks, to seek death of my mind
I am the tortured soul of the splendor of the earth
I am the vindictive spirit, spurned from birth, spurned from birth
Bloodless books, they tell the lies
Hear my dormant endless cries
Hear the story that never ends
It only ends where it begins
Nothing am I now, as I sit as I sit
Blackened hole I’ve fallen, in the pit, in the pit
Queer are the memories, yet haunting are the lies
Now I only seek one thing, to die, yes, to die
Free me gently from my flaws
Free me from life’s lawless laws
Barricade me in a room
Pitch the key, and seal my tomb
Nothing am I worth
From my birth, from my birth
Nothing shall I be
Set me free, set me free
Westward worries haunt my spirit
End is near, oh can you hear it?
Taunting and teasing all the while
Death shall walk my last life’s mile
Nothing to be for notorious is my name
Nothing to be ever again, never to live in fame
Amidst the clouds of hatreds shroud
I hide from thee, I’m mortal now
My bearing is set, I’m set to burn
But only if my soul could learn
Temping blade, I call to thee
But thou will STILL not set me free
Nothing am I worth, nothing will I be
Nothing is the end of the road
Nothing, speaks my tender voice
Nothing, I have no choice
I am nothing, read my soul
I am nothing, in my hole
I am nothing, leave me be
Favor me, and set me free
