My mother roams through leaves
Of white wet galleries of hope and heartache
I am surrounded by the eyes of hollow men
Gazing from their haunted chambers in the wastelands of ecstasy
Bearing pains, the names no-one remembers
Why... you are in their vision... you are...
Idiot reigns where nothing's revealed
My voice in chains, my lips are sealed
A secret place, I shed my tears
A secret place, I shed my tears
You are in their vision, you are...
In their vision
In their vision
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