LYRIC

It has a mind of its own
A virus with no home
It lures you with a caress
She’s my cruel mistress
It cuts you to the bone
Pure evil on the throne
Infected and possessed
She’s my cruel mistress
 
Nothing is real anymore
I’m grieving the loss now
I know there’s no cure
Descending with ghosts
I know this is the end
 
Descending with ghosts
The fate of the damned
 
It has a mind of its own
A virus with no home
It lures with a caress
She’s my cruel mistress
 
Not with you
Not with any of them
Her vile addiction is oblivion
Acid burns
My stomach turns
This fever climbs higher and higher
 
Nothing is real anymore
I’m grieving the loss now
I know there’s no cure
Descending with ghosts
I know this is the end
 
Descending with ghosts
The fate of the damned
 
The light you had has left your eyes
You leave this world behind
Lost in the grey oblivion
 
And when the moon and sun collide
It casts an end to time
Lost in the grey oblivion
 
Nothing is real anymore
I’m grieving the loss now
I know there’s no cure
Descending with ghosts
I know this is the end
 
Descending with ghosts
The fate of the damned
 
Lost in the grey oblivion
 

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