Running on my own in a search of salvation
streets' lights blind me with their evil eyes.
Can't see the purpose of my rove, damned to walk in circles forever.
Guilty as charged and shall be judged
by the gavel smash let me pass this world.
Too scared to die but it's so hard to live,
straying forever alone with my conscience.
All I've got is the voice that's coming back like an empty echo.
All alone on the throne of rotten blackthorns.
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