The Remains

Roam in shadows
Longing for reasons
Lost in a circle
Killing all the hopes
This is a fraction
I was never here

Your grip is weaker
Standing on the edge
There's no way out
You made it easy
No need to count
The remains
Your grip is weaker
Standing on the edge
There's no way out
You made it easy
No need to count
The remains

Where the corners meet
You will find the beast
In uncertainty
Floating in fluids
Unable to cope
Words are weightless here
With nothing to fear
And nothing to lose

Your grip is weaker
Standing on the edge
There's no way out
You made it easy
No need to count
The remains
Your grip is weaker
Standing on the edge
There's no way out
You made it easy
No need to count
The remains



Credits
Writer(s): Emerging Chaos
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