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Mist of Faces
On this misty night I --
Walking still alone --
Lack the firey graves
To burn away the spirits of my past

I see their faces in the places we laughed
I see their faces in the places we cried

They howl at me, eyes afire
Laughing, laughing! they fix their solemn gaze
They scream, I do not cover my ears
They attack, I do not protect my soul

I am pulled in and we are one
Past present and blackened future
Walking death
Hollow eyes
Dying dreams

On this misty night I --
Wishing I was again alone --
Am broken by that which Should have healed.