A land with mountains of depressiveness.

Peaks of black, touch the sky.
Surrounded by fog, no signs of life.

Living a life of subconsciousness,
In these mountains of depressiveness.

A land with mountains of depressiveness.

This mysteryworld, crystalized with frost.
It makes you feel, as if you're lost.
This landscape in your dreams,
Symbolising your grief.
Days controlled by depression,
Is what your life receives.

Living a life of subsconsciousness,
In these mountains of depressiveness.



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