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Daydream - apocalypse (feat. HARUKA)

junkywacky

Like a waking dream

Shattered lies on scorched pavement

Scattered suspicions

Gleaming like broken glasses in eerie light

How many angel horns we've heard

How many more will cry

Silence screams

A lost wind sings with mournful tune

Shadows stretch long

No way back

Light fades fast

The end is maybe not far away

Everyone actually feels that way

The winds sing alone

Its voice lost in the desolate night

Creeping without end

A new wind calls

The end becomes a path

That will never fade away

In the morning

Hopeful sun will rise

And shadows fall into the distance

Winds will dance so free, running wild

Daydream

Frozen time remains

Whispers carved into the ruins

Fading memories shine

Ghosts in the dark deep

Beneath the dust in the corners

Yet a heartbeat pounds

Breaking every chain apart

A new world stirs

Rising quietly from the ashes

Soft wind carries dreams, weaving songs

Among the shadows

Fading stars still glow the path we've never seen

A new wind calls

The end becomes a path

That will never fade away

In the morning

Hopeful sun will rise

And shadows fall into the distance

Winds will dance so free, running wild

Soft wind carries dreams, weaving songs

Among the shadows

Fading stars still glow the path we've never seen

A new wind calls

The end becomes a path

That will never fade away

In the morning

Hopeful sun will rise

And shadows fall into the distance

Winds will dance so free, running wild around

The dawn is calling

Hope is rising

Never falling into the dust

We hear the sound

A new world waking all around

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