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VI -Aborym |
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Not a sacred place!This place is cursed by God for sure!* |
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See them try to kill the pain, blackness fills the mind, decayed |
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Swarming stigma attaches, insane |
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Yesterday, truth despaired, my life, stolen easily |
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Trenched again, unfathomed thoughts, my grave deeply |
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Stone grown, growing in squares, light shines me through |
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Blindly finding, doubting, death's riddles, so true |
| [01:59.55][*Saxophone by Marcello Balena] |
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Going to the asylum to learn how to die... |
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See them try to kill the pain, blackness fills the mind, decayed |
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Swarming stigma attaches, insane |
| [02:16.74] |
Yesterday, truth despaired, my life, stolen easily |
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Trenched again, unfathomed thoughts, my grave deeply |
| [03:46.74][*Vocals by Karyn Crisis] |
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I fly towards other rooms |
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They all look the same |
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But every single one of them is different |
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By the imprints they project in this astral space |
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They have different voices and different stories |
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Different screams, different microcosmos |
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They all reveal the echoes of men who've all lost their way, yet remain |
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Their vibrations tell us: some of them went away, some of them are dead |