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Proxima ThuleFumes surround meWorms cum in filth I don't belong But I am trapped And locked... Parasitic thoughts Pollute my mind Hollow words of emptiness Corrupt my soul (corrupt) My self... But I know I get closer To that light I've always seen I urge to burn as the Sun I still have to hold on O, Proxima Thule... Past a life in the gutter gazing at the stars No surrender No rest against the sly Let me feel the heat Let me burn in ecstasy As the armies of mediocrity Cheerfully march to the slaughter A new saviour is rising From within the fires of doom None is to be redeemed For a new race is to triumph I can feel absolution It's near Dementia |