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I don't remember my face, |
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I don't count wrinkles. |
| [00:35.64] |
I have never created idols |
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For worshipping and hating them. |
| [01:18.09] |
I keep terrible secrets |
| [01:21.81] |
Of those who are gone. |
| [01:28.98] |
When clay knocked their coffins |
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I was standing alone... |
| [01:58.56] |
If I could see the absence of a sense... |
| [02:22.11] |
If I could hear but not listen... |
| [03:09.48] |
If I could know life is so empty... |
| [03:47.55] |
A curtain would drop earlier... |
| [04:27.75] |
It feels like strings vibrating |
| [04:28.95] |
Somewhere inside of me... |
| [04:37.95] |
The source of my life pulsates |
| [05:23.07] |
Deep in inner devouring horror... |
| [05:46.83] |
A torrent of words reflecting my thoughts |
| [05:59.25] |
Falls by downpour unto me... |
| [06:21.66] |
I behold a world of parallels |
| [07:03.18] |
Painted by withering imagination... |
| [07:23.49] |
Now I set free the warm of life |
| [07:38.94] |
Through a door closed so long ago, |
| [08:02.70] |
Now I get used to feel cold, |
| [08:47.55] |
I escape this reality... Ruined... |
