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Walking on a broken glass of one's tortured soul |
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These shadows tell me of a pale forgotten age |
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Exploring new horizons of exhaustion |
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I lip my tongue, lip with bleeding thorns |
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And they do sparkle, they do shine |
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With a light of their own, a light you cannot see |
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I leather phantoms with a bloody cream |
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As they gently shriek... |
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Elemental rain covers all with tears |
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Exguisite fire burns up to the purple throne |
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I desired to be mine |
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Valleys of wonders i walked |
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And saw the child of light i savagely torn apart |
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Where would this path lead me to |
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And where wolud my craving end |
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Weird planets and no less strange encounters |
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Veiled as widow's mourning caress |
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Enchanting streams of madness... |
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I feasted at, bathed in |
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Those of which i've been a teartained messiah |
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Seemingly equal axioms proved to be wrong |
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Thousands and thousands faces... ... yet no one real |
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Would you dare to believe me as you once |
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Believed yourself |
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Wolud you dare to know |
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I mourn you |
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As I once mourned myself |
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Mourn you... you, my mind which is nor |
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No not anymore |
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Primal instincts, three scavengers of sorrow |
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Bewitching? oh no |
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Where do I head? |
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Some starnge place beyond the reach of imaginations |
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Imaginary hell? |
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Everything's possible, right after |
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Nothing took a place of me |
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I keep on travelling ever further |
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And further on |
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Further on into the upheaval |
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Of insanity |
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I rejoice and suffer... in this shivering prison shell |
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Oh what a poor triumph |
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Chaos out of oreder and order out ot chaos |
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What a stellar path for me bethroned with |
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Sister abstract |
