i never really felt the weight of family on my back i just carry myself because there is nothing i have if there were ever moments when i felt rhythm of life it was as fleeting as i plus i never look back
when i was younger oh my appetite for power was large and i would take what i need because i always took charge and now i see the people struggle from the top where i stand and i get all that i need but there is nothing i have
the night is everything and nothing in the city of fog i feel the cool of the breeze i feel the coming dawn though there is comfort in the silence of the heights of bernal it isn't never enough to cure the loneliest hearts
and when the rising of the sun wakes edges of clouds i see the shadows of towers i see the pain of the dark and for a moment i could understand the joy of the light but such a thought is naive so then i come back to life
i left my home my love and friends now pride and loneliness remain the tower i built is meaningless i yearn for touch and happiness
i carve my path in stone my pride is all i need my demons stay inside me my rage my lust my greed
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