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As night replaces day and wonders start their absolution |
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rises deconstructive and inevitable lust |
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except no joy and pleasure, one awaits the other measure |
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from the knowledge of my generated past |
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Righteous! Out of my eyes to see one |
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Spirit! Deep in my flesh to feel one |
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Wonders! Something is out there, I'm for, now |
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When whispers trying to rebound |
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you hear the colours, see the sounds at once |
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the trembling does your soul apart |
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they'll never get my inner art foreseen |
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Lepers with halos |
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Lepers with halos |
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I must enthrone myself through burden of the years |
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lepers with halos lepers with halos |
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when the sadness has to deal with other deeds |
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For I am nothing but inventor of my shell |
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for burden of grief is so fragile to re-burn the hell |
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for I exist, hail the fear proclamation |
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Righteous! Telling the lies to be one |
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Spirit! Never allow one being gone |
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Wonders! Something is out there, I'm for, now |
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And whispers trying to rebound |
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you hear the colours, see the sounds at once |
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the trembling does your soul apart |
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they'll never get my inner art foreseen |
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For I'll do nothing to destroy that perfect shell |
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For burden of grief is so fragile to re-burn the hell |
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For I exist, hail the fear proclamation |
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It's done by now! Apparently, sleeping |
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rise up like the morning without the dawn |
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just breathe somehow and your heart could start beating |
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shine on like the glory without the sun |
