Rusted Crown

Reflecting Black

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At the gates of dreams you see yourself
With crimson robe and shining crown
As greedily as everybody else
You are desiring worlds all gold

Do you know you are only beast
Steered by too many urgencies
Creating new kind of arms with new kind tools
Thinking your weakness is your force

In the middle of darkness
You closed your eyes
You escaped like coward
And leaved us to die

Knowing what's real
Only when reflections of past is tormenting you
You can't predent you dissolute mind
Making you lord of vices

If you could keep crystal ball on your hands
And see the disaster, maybe you would understand
That you wasted all you had and you won't get back
The honour with which have been ruled once