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It's Not Your Fault
My faithful mask
Hides it all
A black banner
In a lost library
You're on the wrong track
You bleed your empty soul
Into a still water of death
You think with me
You can find your darkest way home
A morning hush
A gentle autumn rain
And you stand outside
Used, alone, cold, and hurt,
At that moment
You are isolated
And as chains of coals
Remind you of salvations sweet kiss
Your vision blurs by tears
A flood fire bursts through your heart
And at that moment you are lost in a portrait
Of your wicked wicked dreams
