I can't sleep, the executioner will come at dawn,
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And the sound of footsteps outside the door hits like a knife
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But it is not the messenger of certain death that enters the cage,
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And in a black cassock the Holy Lie.
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The Holy Father brought the word of God into the darkness
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And he promised me miracles of eternal life,
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You are a suicide bomber and you must return to God,
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The priest whispered and lied to his eyes.
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Repent, son, earthly life is a prelude to another,
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On the wall of your prison you will see the face of a saint.
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The night is shorter than the day, the day will kill me
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The world of illusions burns in it.
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The night is shorter than the day, the day will kill me
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All living things disappear, as do I.
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I will leave the bliss of paradise for the poor,
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The poor in spirit must have a King and a God.
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I am an earthly creature and in heaven I am superfluous,
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And to hell with eternity, what good is it.
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Let me have to experience the torments of hell
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Let the crowd run as fast as they can to the execution,
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I will be rewarded with screams of hate,
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I will not be alone in my death hour.
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A ray of dawn pressed against the wall,
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I hear keys ringing
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That's all, my executioner is here
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With death on my shoulder.
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The night is shorter than the day, the day will kill me
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The world of illusions burns in it.
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The night is shorter than the day, the day will kill me
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All living things disappear, as do I.
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The night is shorter than the day, the day will kill me
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The world of illusions burns in it.
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The night is shorter than the day, the day will kill me
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All living things disappear, as do I. |