Woorden: The Human Abstract. Nocturne. Vela, Together We Await The Storm.

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A story without a name
A desert journy that we became
Another test of our power
over coming on a blank day
appalling how there running
for the honor like a campain
to be the leaders of a phony dead scene
in a magazine
i always figured there was something more
gone, so many firiends and lovers
so far, nothing to show in turn
they'll take it all back,
all those empty words.
i'll show the dregs
where all their slander has led.
if it takes my whole life,
for all the tears that i have shed
they'll take it back,
i'm making a pact.
they'll take it back,
i'm making a promise.
i'm eager to the task,
exposing all who wear a mask.
it must be done.
the storm yet to come binds us at one
through it all,
lonliness and adversity,
failure and injustices only guide us on our way
so prey, you won't be finding a faker
nor will an opportune moment arise


(Thanks to guitarboy1308 for correcting these lyrics)