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Before The Dawn Soundscape Of Silence

I refuse to play my role In this badly written play Cut my strings And step down in silence From the stage that gathered The characters of my life Became

The best defense Needs to be built alone Gather the stones And create your own Like the time has told Like the past has shown Despite the fear we must

End of days Conclusive in many ways Burned out and jaded My blood has become feeble Strength has escaped I have been shred by rusty blade My armor has

Retaliation starting to tear Piece by piece dismantle Two rules in my belief There are no signs or revelations There is no god Last dawn of day brought

4am I'm still awake Before the dawn the Sandman will come with nightmares I won't let him in There's nothing in head Empty walls, empty bed I am just