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Ten Years Free
05:24
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On the edge of eighteen, on the dusk of winter
She finally freed herself
She turned the last page of the book of horrors
And put it back on its shelf
Her long-lost passion had deceased
And lies could no longer help
Her gloomy eyes gleamed when she turned the beast
Into a whining whelp
Ten years free from the careless torturer
And his diamond-paved hell
In no way could she be duped by his wimpers
And pain could not be quelled
How many times had she been sacrificed
On the altar of crooked love?
In how many pieces was her heart sliced
By the vulture masked as a dove?
Raped, forced, tricked, threatened, and abused
In the name of ignorant passion
Her fulfillments and ideals reduced
Falling into oblivion
Trapped and cornered, dazed and confused
In tyrannical male possession
The gaslight that formerly seduced
Was her brain-biting poison
Does it remind something to any of you?
How many monsters concealed within you?
Think this through...
On the edge of eighteen, on the dusk of winter
She finally came back to life
A phoenix out of ashes, stronger
Warned of the upcoming strifes
Ten years it's been since the book of horror
Has turned its last vile page
Ten years away from the persecutor
Away from his golden cage
Ten years free from her raper
And the horrid proofs of "love"
Ten years free from the dictator
Wearing velvet gloves
Ten years free from the horror,
The intense shame, the infamy
Ten years free from the monster
Ten years free from me
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2. |
My Friends, The Ghosts
04:09
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The world's disappointing
I won't disappoint them
I can't hurt their feelings
And these ghosts haunt my fears
Never deceiving
Never deceive them
I'm there, home, sitting
And there they appear
When I float, awaken, under guilt sparks
They immerse me deep
Comforting me after dark
Enabling my sleep
[CHORUS]
They won't ever leave me alone
They won't ever give up on me
My friends, the ghosts
Relying on them when I'm on my own
Rather than keeping my sanity
My friends, the ghosts
When I'm disappointing
They won't disappoint me
The world can be frightening
My haunters are friendly
They entertain, they comfort me
When I'm in pain and misery
They all maintain with delusions and tricks
Peace in my brain, brick by brick
Along the cliff edge, sharp and stark
Its sides so steep
They all comfort me after dark
Preventing the leap
[CHORUS]
They won't ever leave me alone
They won't ever give up on me
My friends, the ghosts
Relying on them when I'm on my own
Rather than keeping my sanity
My friends, the ghosts
Friendly ghosts
Lifelong guards
Beside their host
Me, the bastard
My friends, the ghosts
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P.G.Scott Rouen, France
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