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My blood runs cold, my heart is silent |
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Rumours around me slowly fade |
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Clouds are forming and going away |
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Circadian rhythm won't lead me today |
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Searching a way out of this nothingness |
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The ultimate ride to escape from reality |
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Senses are fading, emotionally numb |
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But no salvation until it is done |
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Standing on the edge I look back on my life |
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Fearing the moment that's bound to arrive |
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How will I know what to do |
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How will I know what to say to you |
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When all is done |
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The ever-returning stench of existence |
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Smacks back in my face |
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The empty void that is mankind |
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Standing on the edge I look back on my life |
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Fearing the moment that's bound to arrive |
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Not knowing how or where to go |
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Ignoring all thoughts emerging from the past |
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Never will I take part in this carnival of lunatics |
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Never will I recognise men's fate |
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Only one thought that conquers the mind |
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The ultimate ride out of this misanthropy |
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My blood runs cold, my heart is silent |
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Rumours around me slowly fade |
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Clouds are forming and going away |
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Circadian Rhythm won't lead me today |
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I will not break, I will survive |
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Crossing the bridge between nothing and life |
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Standing on the edge I look back on my life |
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Fearing the moment that's bound to arrive |
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Not knowing how or where to go |
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Ignoring all thoughts emerging from the past |
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Never will I take part in this carnival of lunatics |
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Never will I recognise men's fate |
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Only one thought that conquers the mind |
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The ultimate fight against misanthropy |
