Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Nocturnal Illusions The silent screaming in the dead of the night, Looking for refuge in the void without light. With the dancing winds being just a delusion, We have false hope, a shattered illusion. We lie to ourselves, make the bad even worse, We've destroyed ourselves, we have no remorse. Our sins and mistakes eating away at our soul, The horrific results of our consience taking toll. The Narccissist (c) NWA 1993 We seek out refuge in the house of the lord, Cleansing our consience, away from the hord. Away from the terror, the dancing wind, Forgive me my father, for I have sinned
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