Disillusionment with reality and the harshness of life in-cite fresh visions and a pondering of reincarnation to another world….her mind is frail.
Sonically powerful with Mr Joshua suspended ever so sweetly at the edge of the galaxy.
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roses wilt and turn to dust , window sill the hours trust
faces come to her bedside , listless traces from her life
she’ll die alone , submerged in the cold hard granite
she’ll die alone
flowers crumble like autumn leaves , and everything left to believe
she’ll leave her flowers in the stale , never tired , never frail
she’ll die alone , submerged in the cold hard granite
she’ll die alone , and emerge , on a distant planet
she’ll die alone
roses wilt and turn to dust , window sill the hours trust
for all that cannot be defined , leave a trail of myth behind
we’ll die alone , submerged in the cold hard granite
we’ll die alone , and emerge on a distant planet
we’ll die alone
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