Dust

There's a diary in a dusty closet
In a library full of bats and spiders

I got trapped in its pages
Waiting for you to open
You should read me some phrases
Breaking this wall of silence

Blurry memories clarified by music
Shape a melody that gets you confused

While the music box plays it
Calling me out of nowhere
Leave my hand, I'll be taken
By flocks of ravens

Lead me to my hell
Everyone must hear the black bell
When it's time to say stop
That's why I'm going down to hell
I could get lost
Facing the demons made of our dust

There's a violin buried in my secrets
Thousand pictures in which I see our faces

No one can be replaced
A mind is a tool to model
If you're feeling forsaken
Live through these pages

Lead me to my hell
Everyone must hear the black bell when it's time to restart
That's why we're going down our hell
We're strong enough
To fight the creatures made of our dust



Credits
Writer(s): Leonardo Guarracino
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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