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I woke up from a driven coma. |
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Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear, |
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Ghosts with bruised bodies. |
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Faces obscure and sting. |
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Who don't know anything about themselves. |
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The night annihilated what they built during the day. |
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Daylight promotes the weary comedy of courtesy, |
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With the favour of darkness the heroin of denial comes. |
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Flowers in fire. |
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Torturing visions. |
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Withdrawal of anguishes. |
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Blood-soaked wadding |
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Flowers in fire. |
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Torturing visions. |
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Around me bewildered glances, |
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stunned by fear. |
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I was guided by your scent, toward enchanting climes |
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A speedy fire ran my veins and knocked at my heart. |
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My brain is bleeding, pierced by surgical tool |
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Raped and slaughtered to make me feel good. |
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Flowers in fire. |
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Torturing visions. |
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Withdrawal of anguishes. |
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Blood-soaked wadding. |
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Flowers in fire. |
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Torturing visions. |
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Around me bewildered glances, |
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stunned by fear. |
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I refused to modify my genealogical inheritance |
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'Cause I was afraid the mirror would have ceased to shine |
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stiff and pitifully unsatisfied by existence |
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awfully crucified to life. |
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I woke up from a driven coma, it was necessary. |
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Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear, |
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Ghosts with bruised bodies. |
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Faces obscure and sting. |