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Walking the Roads of the Unbeheld

Darkness, depression

A wind of thought flows through my mind

With it comes aggression

Peace I cannot find



I try to control my feelings

I burst out crying

My life is peeling

I wish that I was dying



Darkness, depression

A wind of thought flows through my mind

With it comes aggression

Peace I cannot find



With the wind comes the rain

With the wind comes the rain

With the wind comes the rain

With the wind comes the rain...

Walking the Roads of the Unbeheld /

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