Black Parable - Absinthe

Look around, look at your world
That slowly turns into dust
And no one cares, no one dares
A move to save your life
Bonds are not, never were
An important thing to you
You realize, recognize
You're stranded here with me
Doomed with a curse
The undertow won't let you go
Doomed with a curse
The undertow won't let you go
Whispering voices call from the bottle
For thy thirst and desire
Your wounds shall never be cleaned
Burning ties, burning flesh
Your will drowns in itself
And the complaints, the remains
You don't take them in
You've given up, you gave it all
For every dream you had
Your soul it swims, your soul it sinks
Deep in the absinthe
Doomed with a curse
The undertow won't let you go
Doomed with a curse
The undertow won't let you go
Whispering voices call from the bottle
For thy thirst and desire
Your wounds shall never be cleaned
Whispering voices call from the bottle
For thy thirst and desire
Your wounds shall never be
Whispering voices call from the bottle
For thy thirst and desire
Your wounds shall never be cleaned

Written by:
Jan Rudolph

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