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The awakening is brutal and the strange places around me |
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And both quiet and distressing |
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The urge to vomit is back |
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In my inside world I think I've crossed the line |
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Swear and tears run on my skin |
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I feel the same pain again. |
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The ashes of my past life still burn |
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And cycle of my being is back in a new beginning |
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The first fruits of a second childhood which is more obscure and twisted |
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How could I forgive ? |
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Ho could I forget ? |
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During my soul crossed |
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Blindfolded centuries |
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The pathetic reflection of all I was frightened to be |
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Appears to me with unbearable brutality |
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This morning looks like the others |
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And I feel dizzy in front of the immobility of my existence |
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I've seen my equals cross the blindfolded centuries |
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And fall around me |
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Each time born in a different dimension |
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My own sick representations |
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Which perhaps only exist through me |
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But today begins my new life |
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In this pure white room |
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I can't move, the chains are back |
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To tell me that my torments are not over |
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I can just look at this new birth, powerless |
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The first breath's so painful |
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Blindfolded centuries |
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The pathetic reflection of all I was frightened to be |
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Appears to me with unbearable brutality |
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All that i believed being a part of me in this entity |
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Is just a ****ing illusion |