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I dreamt I was in the skin of someone else |
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And everybody around me |
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Told me that I was this man |
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Preferred blindness to lucidity |
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Truth is a blinding sun that sight can't stand |
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To fill the emptiness with flight |
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[Chorus:] |
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Mourning affliction makes the lie |
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Makes the madness |
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Torn away |
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Ancient trauma, epileptic passage, the rebirth of rage |
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Subconscious |
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Deceased person, his face comes to my mind |
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So familiar but so frightening |
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Lying powers dominate |
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I'm the sum of the identities which compose me |
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As pieces of puzzle |
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The real one falls in nothingness |
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Lost in dark parallel spheres |
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Let it die |
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You lie, let him die |
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Escape by all means the conscience of the mortal state |
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[Chorus] |
