Mixing dreams like a heart beats in a cage
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Touch the water in the black saucer with your hand
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The smell of dead flowers, look for... look for...
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To get rid of thoughts is my dream
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Here it is life in the poppy field
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Or wait for salvation in a sea of salt
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Find yourself on an old video,
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But lacerations remain in the eyes
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It is impossible to recognize a person in yourself
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And running my hand through my veins and listening
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That which is not there, that the air feeds
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Filling living walls with yourself
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Burning... I'm not here anymore
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Fire... don't want to be here anymore
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Forever... the blood is leaving in a wave
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Everything ... pain came out of the body
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Burn! |
I'm not here anymore
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Fire! |
don't want to be here anymore
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Forever and ever! |
a wave of blood
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All! |
pain came out of the body
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What seems clear - the lines will block
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Black cross will randomly open
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Iron lines face break
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And in a closed cage I disappear
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I disappear... I disappear
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Burning... I'm not here anymore
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Fire... don't want to be here anymore
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Forever... the blood is leaving in a wave
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Everything ... pain came out of the body
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Burn! |
I'm not here anymore
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Fire! |
don't want to be here anymore
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Forever and ever! |
a wave of blood
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All! |
pain came out of the body
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Here it is life in the poppy field
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Or wait for salvation in a sea of salt
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Find yourself on an old video,
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But lacerations remain in the eyes |