A few prisms of glass offer little comfort in the blackness
The desolate emptiness drinking every last drop of life that's left in me
I pray for absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie
Lead me towards the light
Truly I've run awry
My compass is spinning in the shadows
It's funny how we believe the things that we tell ourselves to
And our hearts simply follow
I pray for absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie
Lead me towards the lights
I pray for the absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie
Lead me towards the light
- Alesana, The Wanderer
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Disequilibrium
Mystery / Thriller[A psychological thriller] When you can't even pay for a bottle of water, you might want a friend like Casper. This may be hard considering he's the God-given prophet of Seabrook high; the type of kid who offers existential philosophies on a Monday...
