Interpret:

Paradise Lost

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The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates
The power of a weak mind can't conceal or captivate


It's lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways
Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days
You're lost forever, unable to see yourself
The thoughts arising, there's no disguising
Where you've been...


Reveal to me, your mind's identity


You'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me
Don't hold on to what you call a life


Anger compels a force of weakness or fear
I'll promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years
A negative release, subliminal urge
Unwise declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way


Your fallen prey, a loser pays


You'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me
Don't hold on to what you call a life