[verse1] The shoreline is locked in a tight, dead-end, fatal bound, The incident freezes behind the facade of the day. A blue-red pulsar is tearing the soulless, cold ground, And bitterly shows us the empty shell of my clay. Camera flashes are eating the dust in the air, Here, written in black upon yellow, a strict ban is set. The hull of a chest, ripped and bare, is now pressed in the sand, Where in the cooled dust, that silhouette met its own end. [Chorus] Where eternal rest burns the threshold that time has forgot, Where in sticky oblivion, the golden helix will rot. Where the greedy flesh finishes its final, desperate dash, Taking our memory into a silent, eternal abyss. And in the end, only a monologue and my scenery... To complete... the decay... of this... entity... [verse2] The scorching hot sand drowns the conscious in slumbering sleep, A feverish pulse in the void turns into a broken, sharp moan, Where they don't look for mercy, they just bury secrets so deep, Where beyond all matter, the last silhouette stands alone. The mortal spell swallows the ragged, torn gap in its pain, This pause has become the finale for a stifling day. The halted march turned into a soundless, exploding refrain, And bitterly shows us the withered-away shell of my clay. [Chorus] Where eternal rest burns the threshold that time has forgot, Where in sticky oblivion, the golden helix will rot. Where the greedy flesh finishes its final, desperate dash, Taking our memory into a silent, eternal abyss. And in the end, only a monologue and my scenery... To complete... the decay... of this... entity... [outro] The beach is closed. No one is here. Just a shadow on the sand... And the eternal light...
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