I'm trapped in my own labyrinth, funny isn't it?
And no one's willing to lend me a hand
The string that keeps me back is already broken
The light that gives me hope has slowly faded ...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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