Deformed harvest here only grows
From the boneyard the tale of sorrows

Departure of what is real
Confusion and betrayal
For a man which is no one
But still knows himself
A story that ends itself
Inside full of misbelief
If you are coming back
I'm here for you

But tonight I'm full of liquid
That heals my soul, my solitude
My emptiness, my wretched being
For you I raise my glass
And forget all we had!

Words awailed, senseless
Futile yet relentless
I can't move past from these times
In the end boneyard takes our...
Words awailed, going towards endless
Futile yet relentless
I can't move past from these times
In the end boneyard takes our lives!

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