And there I rose above my old catacomb,
To find a new road to the deluding peace and happiness.
Forgot to erase the tears and the iniquitous deeds that I
ever had in my antiquity
Corpses don't speak but the deeds don't vanish
And like a torrid mist came around embracing me
Didn't even get an opportunity to even breath an ounce of
fresh air
Took me back to the same soggy grave
Where I kept on loosing myself in the swamp
Can't even cry out for my own self proclaimed me to be dead.
And yes then I found that once you embed yourself in
devilry,
Not even the Almighty can erase those and not even your
future boons.
