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Deep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whispering |
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If you don't evolve you'll cease to exist as an object of recreation |
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The sound of silence awakens me and it feels |
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I'm dying again |
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Like the creature born from the sin, |
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I am moved by the hands of my |
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God The violent storm keeps raging down, to me life and death are the same |
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Away from the light and into enslave like the dust that must move again |
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I am commanded by hate without a will, as an object of recreation |
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Away from the dream of what will it be, let this world be drowned in its grief |
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Reincarnation of a man. |
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Distilled through a pile of dirt. |
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Shed a tear and let this world be drowned in its greed. |
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Deep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whispering |
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If you don't evolve you cease to exist as an object of recreation |
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We slowly cease to exist as an object of recreation |