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Illusions of SilenceIn amongst the slithering hordesI walk and pine for solitude the fire of these misanthropic thoughts fuel my desire, fuel my desire for isolation I will always be dead to your kind I shall not fall into this night On these roads both low and high tread a single path I walk the line head lice and head lies up the ladder you climb withdraw my place, inner peace is mine I will always be dead to your kind I shall not fall into this night In Amongst the dribbling frauds Deepen the need for solitude yet free beside you I will always walk for this wall you shall never break through my illusions of silence... I will always be dead to your kind I shall not fall into this night |