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Stare through glass, the monster wakes,
A shadow crawls, the mirror breaks.
Ordinary bones, but thickened skin,
The spark long gone, a noise within.
Famous fire turned cold and thin,
The night folds in, he drinks again.

Half-life ghost with a paper crown,
Eyes still burn as the lights go down.
Ambition’s wreck, the stage long dead,
Funeral choirs sing in his head.
Crowds still cry for the life he shed,
He mouths their words, but nothing’s said.

Rust and steam in the afterglow,
The monster grins where the lost things go.
Behind the bars, the fire’s low —
Muse or memory, no one knows.
Applause falls hard on the radio,
And the night won’t let him go.

Paper Crown

The Chosen One (Epic Music Vocal)

Оригами - В Сердце Моём - Копия

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