Sinking into the dripping sand
Persistent specter of entropy
Frozen by its paralytic grasp
Mired in crises of manufacted design

Haunted by slithering umbra
Enfeebled by their necrotic touch
Relentlessly plagued by their passage
Enchanted by the promise of more

Given up to the nature of being
I’m ephemeral bane
I want to believe
I wish I believed

In my dreams I’m gone
In my drеams I’m far away
When I wake all is dark
Therе's a devil in my blood

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