Post Analog Disorder - Memory’s Maze

Follow and support the artist official channel song Through the corridors of memory’s maze, Echoes of laughter, now but a haze. The hands of the clock, relentless and cold, Marking the journey, as stories unfold. In the shadows where sorrows dwell, Time weaves its web, a cruel spell. The weight of moments, heavy and stark, Leaves a trail of tears in the dark. Yet in the depths of this somber plight, Hope flickers softly, a guiding light. For even in sorrow, there’s beauty to find, In the tears that speak of the soul’s kind... ---------------------- ---------------------- --------------------------- ----------------------- ----------------- The whole cot of the video belongs exclusively to the group and the record company, I do not intend to obtain any benefit, it is only to promote the music of the group, if any claimant wants to remove it, please tell me, thank you