+ Black mourning +

A warning of fate
coming from the great

Our souls meet
then retreat

Making you me
Making us see

the truth behind reality
the truth behind morality

Is it a warning?
should we go again?

or should we stay the same
living our little lives...

There's not many ways
to understand what's going on

Too many days
of dreams foregone

Drifting farther from the truth
Only memories of our youth

could it be the truth that lies?
could it be our soul that cries?
and our flesh that dies?

Everytime we come back
we start to attack..

inside ourselves we search
reaching for the inner actualization

no way of knowing
which way we're going

Only time passes by
Still we don' t know why

These warnings are all the same
These mornings are all to blame

Feeling helpless towards it all
not wanting you to fall

Letting you go before it gets worse
Letting you know with this last verse.

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