
Thousand yard stare
Today
Today, I ceased to care
The fire burned me
This life, it broke me
This life rebuilt me
In it’s own twisted,
Perverted image
When in Rome
When in Rome
When in Rome
The lines on my face
Each one, a scar
A lesson
How it truly is
How it must be
Cold
Cruel
Bask in it
Bathe in it
Revel in it
When in Rome
When in Rome
When in Rome…


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