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• Artiste: Alesana
• Titre: Paradox
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Dearest love, I hope this finds you well I am kidding this is probably hell Lonely stranger with a brush in hand Never saw me sneaking up on him Tonight say goodbye to what you thought you knew They’ll blame the blood spilled on you I’m closing my eyes, one more kiss before I never wake again Two moves ahead of you You are a pawn Castle now but I’m behind your king As your queen lays bleeding on the board Accept you have lost the game, misjudged your enemy Unleash the myth living in your worst fears I’m trapped! Don’t wait! Page abandoned, the stories write themselves The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide The story is ending Would you remember Joan of Arc was her flesh yet unlicked by flame? Will you remember how the waves crash on the shores of time? Who would’ve ever known that each choice made sense? Who could’ve ever known? Are we not our actions? Our lives are poetry, make them sonnets Unleash the myth living in your worst fears I’m trapped! Don’t wait! Page abandoned, the stories write themselves The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide The story is ending Why do the floorboards creak like a heartbeat This room is driving me insane What’s behind the bricks? Who’s rapping at my chamber door? Pendulum, why do you torment me? What am I saying? Have I lost my mind? I am her! No longer Fatima, goddess, light I’ve become Rusalka, demon of night! Two moves ahead of you You are a pawn Castle now but I’m behind your king As your queen lays bleeding on the board Accept you have lost the game, misjudged your enemy Don’t wait... Page abandoned, the stories write themselves The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide Page abandoned, time is ending The story is ending, make them sonnets We sit and watch the world’s collide The night that I died I had become Rusalka. I was no longer me. I was no longer Annabel. The beautiful evil coursed through my veins and I saw so clearly what needed to be done. As you lay, fast asleep, I penned her farewell and kissed your cheek. The knife felt so light in my hand, so heavy in my stomach. There is something about this room… (Thanks to Hafiz for these lyrics)