| We are victims of dreams in our moment of truth
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| Like pawns of delusion marching onward confused
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| Illusions will die and love turn away
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| Who remembers the past with the rise of decay?
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| I prick all my fingers on the thorns of the beast
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| You undress me and kiss me as I hide in your sleep
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| Let petals of roses descend where I fall
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| As we dream of forever and the end of it all
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| (We are victims of fate in our second of life)
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| (Desperation is loyal as we doubt and confide)
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| (When life has renounced and faith has decayed)
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| (All the dreams that we dream will descend with today)
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| We are victims of worship in our trial of faith
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| Praise the mother of fiend-ship praise the father of hate
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| When the flowers have wilted with the last breath of prey
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| We imagine salvation and we murder today
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| Dedication and dreams are predestined to die
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| Falling gently to dust growing old and disguised
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| The words of my father still ring in my ears:
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| «Let the words of my murder be the last words you hear!» |