Foretold Testo

Testo Foretold

And in dark rooms
The old man looks
Looks through his tired eyes
At faint faces
Of twisted lives
Lives of lies

In the stillness
There she lies
As the pain flame
Drains away
She grows younger
In child like eyes

And tears mirror
All things good
And in blood flows
All things bad

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