Auctioned – Dark Tranquillity
outsmart the fever and take us farther from the killing life in capsules a life that can't belong so if I wake up dead to the world with the helm at my command the reaching out of this faced tomorrow in the 11: th hour beckoned closer now as nightfall sends it's grace cue to enter the insatiable ideal slam it shut but the portal pounding lingers what is it; is time undone cannot falter in the security of labour was I supposed to believe? where did I sign did I miss the auction where my life ...
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