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• Artiste: Nightkin
• Titre: Nostalgic Infection
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There is no time like the past The place I live, I live it alone Unburying the memories that loosely dress my wounds Speaking is irrelevant, dreams are abstract What little semblance of thought is fact? Each step I take; a painful recollection Every sound made; nostalgic infection The fire is waning Embers once raging Flames, now flickers My resolve now withers But what of man and of war? Machines that destroyed all I abhor How do I accept those I've denied When every ounce of my humanity's died I dream of a shore washing the blood away Carry me to my place of burial I cannot bear it any longer No turning point, no movement Stagnation, my eternal bride Trudge through a sea of dead cells Long ago this was more