The Path

Wayd

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The Path

There's a shadow glittering
In the light of day
Beauty of words covers the frost within
wisting in reality of your illusion
Our imperfection penetrates
From the smooth surface of sterility

Stigmatized the passion screamin'
Your nature is your fate
Until you're dead
Your passion is your hate

Like eyes staring through the mist
Still you feel, live like this
Fame and shame, rise and fall
Laugh or cry, fly or crawl

The return of what really we are
The path under the snow
Covered by autumn leaves
Eventually fatal trace will appear

Stigmatized...
The return...
Like Eyes...

Something stands together
With your shadow forever.