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While bending to a rusty throne I feed a beaten creature Bygone a forgotten dream Bound to aborted passions Can't you see? Who's pointing the speechless... The mirror reflects a mess and I fear it is me All decisions are born from a tired call When the lonely screams out these loveless words I thought there must be something But I chose to go Leaving words unspoken I devote myself to nothing Nothing I chose to choose but nothing Consequent but empty I Forgot to speak the truth Hearing the sirens preaching Can't you see? I'm pointing the heartless This mirror reflects a mess and I fear it is me... There is no hope for me The price of owning myself is too high And a privilege of a life overdose speaks to others From Letras Mania