A Chill That You Can't Taint

Forgotten Tomb

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The atrocities of daylight
No dreams survive in these dirty streets
When lights get dimmer and days get shorter
I get derailed

Out in the cold
Battered and old
Caught up in life's tight stranglehold
Castaway on a desert island
I used to call my soul

Reality hits harder
When hopes are shining brighter
Succumbing to the weight of my impossible dreams
Deafening isolation
A self-imposed constraint
Suspended animation
A chill that you can't taint

Out in the cold
Battered and old
Caught up in life's tight stranglehold
Castaway on a desert island
I used to call my soul
I used to call myself

A surge of hungry eyes
I need a new disguise
You serve too many masters
No sycophants can break the mold

Castaway
I'm a castaway

This ain't what I envisioned
It's time for swift decisions
Living the nightmare ain't a fancy affair
Lost in the ether and I don't care
Whatever lurks out there
It counts that I'm still one step ahead of you