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warped:
1. Distorted by warping; twisted out of shape
2. (figurative) Of a person's mind, attitude, humour etc, perverse, strange, aberrant or deviant.
devotion:
1. The act or state of devoting or being devoted
2. Feelings of strong or fervent affection; dedication
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mindless self indulgence
hmmm what's in here?
Albums i'm listening to:
- Corvus Corax - Venus Vina Musica
- L'Âme Immortelle - Auf Deinen Schwingen
- Leave's Eyes - Lovelorn
- Therion - Deggial
- Trail Of Tears - Freefall Into Fear
- Valley Of Chrome - Love And Devotion
The Art of Letting Go
is this goodbye and farewell? it’s a romantic tragedy
all is fair in love and war and I’m the lonely casualty
your forked tongue has lost it’s sharpness
it does’nt have the luster it used to before
sure it takes a lot of soul to forgive
so let me show you your way out of that door
you are a beautiful walking mistake and from you I have learned
how could someone so true be so fake? Now you’re none of my concern
let go- you are nothing I deserve
- your acting’s all but superb
- a romance for the deaf and blind
- with such poor taste and design
these calloused hands are shaking and I’m breathing heavily
soon all of this will be over shadows reaching out to me
sweet nothings in my ears now they disgust
those letters you’ve sent now gather dust
sure it takes a lot of soul to forgive
I’m dead with you and now I want to live
and now this is the time and I cannot pretend
the day I live again is when our story ends
dramatic lies and severed ties in bloodstained cradles lay
despite the loss that bridge I’ll cross come calm or storm what may
we drank the wine the undivine process of suicide
let it be known apart we’ve grown I gave you everything I own
and as you make your final exit I let our story slip away
I bury you with the memories of a forgotten yesterday
all is fair in love and war and I’m the lonely casualty
your forked tongue has lost it’s sharpness
it does’nt have the luster it used to before
sure it takes a lot of soul to forgive
so let me show you your way out of that door
you are a beautiful walking mistake and from you I have learned
how could someone so true be so fake? Now you’re none of my concern
let go- you are nothing I deserve
- your acting’s all but superb
- a romance for the deaf and blind
- with such poor taste and design
these calloused hands are shaking and I’m breathing heavily
soon all of this will be over shadows reaching out to me
sweet nothings in my ears now they disgust
those letters you’ve sent now gather dust
sure it takes a lot of soul to forgive
I’m dead with you and now I want to live
and now this is the time and I cannot pretend
the day I live again is when our story ends
dramatic lies and severed ties in bloodstained cradles lay
despite the loss that bridge I’ll cross come calm or storm what may
we drank the wine the undivine process of suicide
let it be known apart we’ve grown I gave you everything I own
and as you make your final exit I let our story slip away
I bury you with the memories of a forgotten yesterday
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