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In a garden full of locusts
Pain was a crying man
Wrapped in several kinds of skin
Seeking consolation in machines
Stuck in a hole of collapsing time
Locked into solitude by body state and mind
A silent tension drags and weakens
In a hollow room the darkness deepens
The curve steepens
Just another blank diary entry
The emptiness tells its own story
Blank diary entry
A slow painful goodbye to glory, a goodbye to glory
A gentle murmuration concealed to all but me
Estranged sad and softened
In a low sky by the sea, patiently
Disciplined desires and toxic agendas
Polished by light yet still half remembered
Fatigued, tired ragged and distressed
No way out of this unholy mess, I must confess
Just another blank diary entry
The emptiness tells its own story
Blank diary entry
A slow painful goodbye to glory, goodbye to glory
Just another blank diary entry
The emptiness tells its own story
Blank diary entry
A slow painful goodbye to glory, a goodbye to glory
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