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Prelude to disorder |
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Loosing the sense of time |
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A fatal interruption in continuity |
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The guilt, a subtle addiction |
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An endless river that falls into nowhere |
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Hoping for better days to come |
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To replace the years of woe |
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A higher sense to fear |
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Turns us to someone we are not |
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The arms of destiny fondling me |
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Caressing but then choking |
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A cold touch of thousands hands around my neck |
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Waiting for my final breath |
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Misshaper illusion |
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Like a mirror that always fakes |
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The pain that time does not heal |
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The worst nightmare from which you'll never wake |
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This is surely an omen of doom |
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We all try to comprehend |
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The deepest fears of life and death |
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But we always fail in this game |
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You believe in eternity |
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When tomorrow is uncertain |
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A false idol you follow |
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Welcome to cold reality |
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I don't know reasons |
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All the questions unanswered |
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Only sorrow and despair remain |
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The bells toll, this ain't worth a tear |
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The doors begin to close and we all disappear |
