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My apocalyptical dream of a |
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Man behind a mask |
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A vision - Delusion, a hallucination. |
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A something that led me astray |
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I have stared in a place |
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in a "never-been time" |
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I saw his feather is spinous |
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Injecting a virus |
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His mission will come to an end |
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When we dance with the dead |
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Sweet and feral liaison |
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Facing pestilence scenes |
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In my mirror of dreams |
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On the day when the sun disappears |
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Then I see the lights |
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In a city of angels |
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Dehumanized toys dropping dead |
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With a strange manufacturing vice |
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They still live in fear of the old puppeteer |
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He's the beast in a white panoply |
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With my stereoscope |
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I saw pictures of death |
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Watching war of the worlds |
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On the screen in my head |
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On the day when the sun disappears |
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Then I see the lights |
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In a city of angels |
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And we're watching a downfalling star |
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It reflects in a river of tears |
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On the day when the sun disappears |
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On the day when the sun disappears |
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Then I see the lights |
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In a city of angels |
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And we're watching this downfalling star |
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It reflects in a river of tears |
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On the day when the sun disappears |
