Cult of Luna - Dark City, Dead Man

When the streetlights fade
Warm rain like judgement descends
Their voice numbs me
Speaking words in a dead tongue
I have walked a road that lead me back to you
From a window our glances met
My true colours I cannot hide
The landscape has changed
You don't recognise me
These pictures slowly fade
Memories wither, they are all gone
Further down the steps get steeper
You haunt me in my dreams
I let go and fall deeper
This will be the end of me

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