Anonymously Yours

anonymously yours v2

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anonymously yours v1
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let me take you back to some snapshots, of what i remember from my demise

codes of your mysterious ways hidden in the Samarian Hills

the brazen seeking lost treasures dies alone,

and a last radio call, goes out to mourn a hero

I was a simple man

the hurt of being the last son

before you made a wish

that wish? to single-duel myself to die for your cause

meeting old strangers and spies at a pit stop

searching for a bit of advice for a stroke of luck

a fatal memory to live with, when it goes wrong

and for you, navigate the narrative, sign the treaty & secure the endgame

reverbs bounces off the blush orange hill, north of badlands

where the hand of god is buried

losing battles with the demons

I could've helped,

but I have my own war to forge

so read my tragic journal during leisure hours,

cakes of war divided amongst the victors

deadly cheers from the living

the dead missing the party

but they get a plaque and memories revived annually

as friendly cutting words predicts my exit

I can't be with you & executing your wishes at the same time

I'd be dead in the prelude phase again

so, just have white flowers on my grave

on the red sands of Netanya beach

marked, anonymously yours

only you, would know who I am.

anonymously yours

only you, would know who I am.

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Jan 20, 2023

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lyrics & vocals: azdi404

music credit: persona by Exilian

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anonymously yours v1 

a last radio call mourns a hero
the brazen ever alone

passing arctic voids
seeking the lost treasure
the codes of your mysterious ways
in the Samarian Hills
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meet old strangers and spies at a pit stop
a bit of advice for a stroke of luck
a fatal memory to live with

cakes of war divided amongst the victors
deadly cheers from the living
the dead missing the party
they get a plaque
secure the end, sign the treaty
my tragedy, a trashed journal
revived annually
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reverbs bounce off blush orange hill
north of badlands
where the hand of god is buried
exhausted losing battles with the demons
I could've helped,
but I have my own to forge
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I was a simple man
the hurt of being the last son
before you made a wish
to single-duel myself
to die for your cause

friendly cuts predict my exit
I can't be with you executing your wishes
I'm dead in the prelude phase
so, just have white flowers on my grave
on the red sands of Netanya beach
marked, anonymously yours
only you would know who I am.
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Jan 20, 2023
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lyrics & vocals: azdi404
music credit: Maternal Heart - Akira Yamaoka