| Everything around me seems so empty
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| I think I can still hear other people’s voices in there
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| Shouting at me in madness «It's Time For You To Leave:»
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| Denying to accept the beliefs of another age
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| I lost my mentality and I ended up in there
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| Being aware of the spirit’s second dimension
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| Where sense, insanity and justice is invisible
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| The gun you hold may give me the creeps
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| Perhaps I’ll be happy if you use it
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| So as to prove once again that I’m still sick
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| Eventually I know
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| Wrong exists And covers what is Right
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| But I can’t judge them with daring
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| Don’t hesitate to point the gun at me, I’m not afraid of the truth
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| But at least you must hold it tight if you feel strong enough to use it
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| My ever loneliness might be the reason of loosing the sensible way
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| But I was never in a real need of communication
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| In a world where Wrong And Right makes no sense at all:
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| Are you upset of looking me?
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| Are you afraid as I come near you?
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| What are you waiting for? |
| Shoot me!
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| Be careful cause I’m loosing patience
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| Don’t let me come closer cause
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| This will mark the beginning of my WAR: |