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Bitterness blows in the heart |
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Like chilly draughts in the hall |
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Of a crystal castle |
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Lost among clouds made of gold |
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Those anxieting visions |
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Images behind frozen windows |
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Make my eyes bleed |
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Ebony blood |
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When the silvergray fluid shall crack reality's walls |
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Mixing with blood and filth as sirens swimming in pitch |
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When the sweet arcades of these desperate our owns |
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Trickle down upon yhe misery of this dead everyday life |
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Like pitch on your wings |
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Like a child lost in a war |
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Like dark paint upon a shiny picture |
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Like dirty sperm on a toy |
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And whwn the new star will shine of its own black |
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And there will be nowhere to shelter |
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Maybe they'll understand who we are |
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What we'll always cry for |
