I begin at the end
Time will buckle and bend
Child of the profane
Tied to the great chain
Forlorn faces running from the cold regret
Empty spaces something that I can't forget
All I wanted was to wish the past away
But time's the cruelest ruler that we all obey
Chasing shadows, breaking bones
and twisting nature's limbs
Elemental, wreck the gentle feed each violent whim
There is beauty in the madness
I just can't see it yet
wreck
wanted
waiting
twisting
there
tears
transience
faces
empty
elemental
beauty
violent
elegance
artist
falling
forget
master
child
breaking
mortal
chain
broken
begin
blood
chasing
forlorn
cruelest
frailty
gentle
create
gonna
goodbye
great
running
leaders
limbs
extremes
dream
regret
profane
profuse
buckle
ruler
empire
madness
shadows
bones
dictate
sinking
something
purest
spaces
slaves
strives
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