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Dark Tranquillity

My Negation

It's all this reeking ego

craves the sun to never set

why do threads of anger never linger,

why does the ember turn to stone?

To where the longing goes in

with the sins of old

a face of nothing,

to never see as blind

as free

everything I want is in the end of this

everything I need will be the end of me

My negation

Will you know my name?

And sense the danger coming

My negation

Can you see my face?

What's to become of me?

The art of reduction

Stripped down through what seems defendable

scaled to bare revisions to stop making sense

levelling pillars of towering fear

rational instincts and insight to spare

end of falseness

end of grace

everything I fear is in this failing

nothing of what I am is in this end