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As I dig my own grave, a single question remains.Will anyone remember me?
F*ck it!
Admist a violent night, there is a dying star.
Mired in lies and spite, it's fading from afar.
I used to chase the sun, now I'm afraid of it, but if I'm honest, I never thought I would get this far.
I was a loaded gun, now I'm in front of one; a catatonic cycle, over and over.
Am I alive? Am I a phantom?
What was on fire is now but a fading ember.
Will I survive? Is there an answer? And if I die now, will anyone remember?
I feel no joy, no comfort; those childlike dreams, mean nothing to me. I'm torn asunder! Hope's just a faint memory, pitiful elegy!
Sung to an audience of... No-one will mourn my demise, failure eternalised!
Ghost of a smile, echoes of laughter, shackled to pain where I remain thereafter.
I don't even f*cking care anymore.
F*ck everything!
I've lived too long, so pull the plug.
I've lived too long, so pull the plug!
Am I alive? Am I a phantom? What was on fire is now but a fading ember.
Will I survive? Is there an answer? And if I die now, will anyone remember?
Will anyone remember me?
A cursed life with no plot, so for God's sake, I hope not.
You coward.
You coward!
