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A death induced laughter woke me from life,
just in time to see the end passing by.
And I heard the news soon after,
This train was leaving and making a new disaster.
And my coach was without companions,
No Virgil,
No Mastema,
No Lasher at my call,
Just the empty flickering lights in the hall.

History

Ever jealous of the way you love
How you offer your all, regardless the return
Is that who you are to all you've embraced?
If only they knew what I had to face
To look upon you as you lowered your head
and told me I was disgrace
Ever jealous of the way I must watch you love.
Do you still believe me,
When I offer a straight face?