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It's Me, The Grotesque |
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(Music: Ehrich, Maier, Weimar, Schellenberg / Lyrics: Weimar) |
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Still I can hear the calling. |
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It makes me afraid, what will be? |
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My fear has gone several ways, |
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I'm sure I have not failed. |
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I see the world with different eyes. |
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Will I see (the) light of day again? |
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All this pain now is mine, |
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(this) is the awakening of a second life. |
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I tried to touch what I had seen |
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When I travelled in my world of dreams. |
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I was never asked to be. |
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The horror begins far beyond belief. |
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When my mind falls asleep, |
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In my dreams there's darkness so deep. |
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When I thought that's the end, |
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My life returned with time to spend. |
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The only thought in my mind |
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Is to leave my sorrows left behind. |
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There's nothing to see but so much to feel. |
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My soul was laid to rest. |
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It's me, the grotesque! |
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My demise waits for me. |
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I got isolated from my inner self. |
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Words can build walls of silence. |
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I'm living with eyes so blind. |
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Still I can hear the calling. |
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It makes me afraid, what will be? |
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My fear has gone several ways, |
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I'm sure I have not failed. |
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I see the world with different eyes. |
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Will I see (the) light of day again? |
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All this pain now is mine, |
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(this) is the awakening of a second life. |
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It's me, the grotesque! |
