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Don't trust him |
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When he turns his back |
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He looks at you |
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Don't trust him |
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When his eyes are closed: |
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He still looks at you |
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I fled, I fled |
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Devouring the space |
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But the shapeless bulk |
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Was chasing me -enraged- |
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Breathing my footsteps |
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Unsated with killing me |
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Slowly |
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Nailing my incandescent thoughts |
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Along the border |
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Of insanity |
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In a place where |
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A procession of fleshly numbers |
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Slides incessantly |
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Into the ironic waters |
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Of the cosmos |
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Seeking to remember |
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The sense |
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Of the impossible word: |
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Escape |
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"Who are you looking for? |
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What are you looking at?" |
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A light? "a star" |
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A boat? "an insect" |
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A plane? "a flying fish" |
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"I'm looking at somebody |
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Who belongs to my world" |
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"This is your world |
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I am your only world" |
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I can't remember |
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When the fog |
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- unravelling |
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The real and inexplicable |
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Contradictions |
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That crowd together |
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The human brain lobes - |
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Imprisoned me |
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In the spider's web |
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Of the one who touches |
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The minds of the mad |
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Curbing and churning |
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The confetti of their thoughts |
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"Without corpses |
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There's no war |
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And without war |
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There's no victory |
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My dear!" |
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I will not be pushed |
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Filed, stamped |
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Inedxed |
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Briefed, debriefed |
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Or numbered! |
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- Nightmare - |
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Welcome, my freind! |
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Here whole generations |
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Of ghosts |
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Have raised |
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Their eyes and wings |
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Each morning |
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To unbounded space |
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With the innocent joy |
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Of crysalids |
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Greeting |
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Their final metamorphosis |
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And in the evening |
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They're dead and dropping |
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Like lifeless flowers |
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Swayed by the plaintive |
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Whistling of the wind |
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You must learn, we are all pawns |
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On this hopeless chessboard; |
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Your move! |
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"Maybe you don't know my face |
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But well you know my name |
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- My name is death" |
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Dressed in white, smiling |
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The girl who was death |
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And loved me so much |
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Desiring to bring me back to her |
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The only way out |
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To no purpose |
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"Why are they trying |
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To kill me?" |
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"Because they don't know |
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You are already |
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Dead!" |
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Face to face |
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Shut up |
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In the cage of time |
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The man and I |
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Joined by fate |
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In the degree absolute |
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The challange |
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Without return match |
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Where the price to one is: |
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Living |
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And pain to the other is: |
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Not dying! |
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The mask! The mask! |
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I must take off |
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His mask! |
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Now! Now! |
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But just as victory |
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Seems finally |
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To favour me |
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Aand the unknown |
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Persecutor appears |
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- Frame after frame - |
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In a slow instantaneous |
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Electric shock |
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Here is my contorted face |
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To reveal, sneering |
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The final dramatic |
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Deceit |
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When victim and hangman |
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Exchange roles |
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The triumphant freedom |
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Of a thousand dreams |
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Evaporates |
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In the reality |
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Of a new incubus |
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- Once again - |
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Made of |
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Smiles, masks, lifeless confetti |
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Be seeing you! |
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Wandering through the catacombs of life |
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Desperately I plunge into the whirl |
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Wandering through the catacombs of life |
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Slowly I fall into the whirl of |
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- Hell - |
