from nobody, nothing, nowhere
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with nobody, nothing, nowhere
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From me who can neither love nor hate, nor life nor death
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The sorrow of an incomplete existence
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won't you answer me?
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There's only an echo echoing in an empty room
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Sighs of ideas that do not form and scatter and die
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Reason being swept away by the hem of your clothes
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Are you looking for paradise? |
An ideal that ignores humanity
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Phenomenon that vanishes in an instant
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won't you answer me?
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O tree that doesn't bloom
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Show me hope in a world of blood, bones and flesh
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forgotten, forgotten
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As if it had lost its color and never existed
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It rots away and there is no place to go back
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The incompleteness of everything that slowly perishes
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The reason for existence proves through blood
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Before this breath loses its meaning
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Let me touch, before these tears dry
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Joy that blooms and loses in an instant
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Steps moving slowly, so as not to be eaten by the meaninglessness of everyday life
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Buried in the murmuring noise, with that gray cloud
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i flow
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forgetting freedom
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Once again with a scream that has lost its direction
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won't you answer me?
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There's only an echo echoing in an empty room
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Tears mixed with vomiting
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I long for freedom and I need love
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The whole world is immersed in a sea of blood
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Both eyes are engulfed in the void |