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All these hours feel like wintertime |
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Withered days, grey and cold |
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In my confinement I seek the stars |
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Princes of space, candles of God |
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I sing my song, my rhapsody |
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But in the end the words just slip away |
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I've lost whatever I have had |
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While the plague erased what I have once been |
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CHORUS: |
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This is the first step to extinction |
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Into the void |
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Life's last monstrosity |
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Life's last monstrosity |
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Mental foundations just disappear |
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Elusive descent into the void |
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My destination is oblivion |
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Blindfolded angels harvesting my brittle soil |
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I sing my song, my rhapsody |
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But in the end the words just slip away |
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White noise is filling up my brain |
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My last illusions, they lose their shape |
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CHORUS: |
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This is the first step to extinction |
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Into the void |
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Life's last monstrosity |
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What I have found |
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What I have lost |
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In Purgatorio |
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Life's play dark scenery |
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The actors veiled in grey |
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Cruel lies, brave honesty |
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Just drift away |
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solo. |
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CHORUS: |
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This is the first step to extinction |
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Into the void |
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Life's last monstrosity |
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What I have found |
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What I have lost |
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In Purgatorio |
