This Thing I Made
This endless sphere..
Of the nothing I fear..
The emptiness that follows..
As cold as any grave..
This is the thing I made..
Complete morbid and hollow..
Things I thought were done..
Now only come undone..
My name is carved in sorrow..
I cast myself in..
This wicked game of sin..
I wish it were tomorrow..
Silver snakes have made there way..
Through everything I see..
Dreams of dreams and memories..
This I cannot be..
Take this pain from me..
This is the thing I made..
Complete morbid and hollow..
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This is the thing I made..
Complete morbid and hollow..
Its hard to see..
Evil thoughts have made there way..
In everything I think..
All my dreams will fade away..
In a single blink..
Take this pain from me..
This is the thing I made..
Complete morbid and hollow..
--
This is the thing I made..
Complete morbid and hollow..
Its hard to see..
Take this pain from me..
This is the thing I made..
Complete morbid and hollow..
--
This is the thing I made..
Complete morbid and hollow..
Its hard to see..
{The parts in french throughout the song say this:
I dreamed of a dream where music played
I danced in the rain and watched it fade
I looked up into the sky and realized
My new life just began)
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