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Forsake |
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Every night happens the same relentless terrifying scenario |
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Alex ten years old has to confront hell to finally find the sleep |
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Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see |
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The hands on the ears and he still listens |
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Afraid that his heart stopped in the hammering of a funeral march |
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Forsaken, the hour has come |
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He's forsaken by the ones he trusted the most in |
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Between invisible creatures as darkness is falling around |
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Freezing kisses from his mother rejoining her bed in heaven |
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Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see |
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The hands on the ears and he still listens |
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Afraid that his heart stopped in the hammering of a funeral march |
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Scary noises under him |
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An uncertain place on the Earth and the ritual reject |
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Lead him to surrender himself in terror |
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Slave to the aggressive outside |
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In the lair of the ashamed child |
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As he stands close to the Styx |
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Ready to fall and swim |
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Convinced that he will never be able to cross it |
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Abysses inhale him from underground |
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Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see |
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The hands on the ears and he still listens |
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Afraid that his heart stopped in the hammering of a funeral march |
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Forsaken, the hour has come |
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He's forsaken by the ones he trusted the most in |