The Veil

Isolation in perfection
Would I breathe any better there
When it is my lungs that are diseased
And not the air about me?
It comes in waves
The young old soul
At the place where all is lacking
And the fever's in control
To the place where no one knows
Would I breathe any better there
When it is my lungs that are diseased
And not the air about me?
I need a move
To shift into
A new design
To shed my awful skin
To redefine
Design
Redefine



Credits
Writer(s): Roy Heinemann
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