Curse of Mandala - Black Tale

You can't stand the weight of the night all over you
Drops of darkness keep you stuck on the foor

You feel the need to flee from this quicksand and from this world
Stop cutting your wrist, can't you see it's not bleeding anymore?

You tear off the wings of the butterfly of chaos
If you just want to drown in the infinite space
You should stop living without a purpouse
Or you'll die with no reason

Roots of dead trees drag you underground
While you're staring at the falling leaves
So you're forced to pull the trigger
Cause your mind is your own gravedigger

The voices in the head are like a thousand magpies
Stealing and destroying whatever seems to shine
The refection in the mirror is sneering in front of you
I know you're sick of this wicked game and you would rather be blind

The sandman is visiting you tonight
But the door is closed and locked
You don't want to be found, so turn off the light
Safe from sticky, sweet dreams that stink of lies

Roots of dead trees drag you underground
While you're staring at the falling leaves
So you're forced to pull the trigger
'Cause your mind is your own gravedigger

Written by:
Etienne Visora

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