| The awakening is brutal and the strange places around me
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| And both quiet and distressing
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| The urge to womit is back
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| In my inside world I think I’ve crossed the line
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| Swear and tears run on my skin
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| I feel the same pain again.
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| The ashes of my past life still burn
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| And cycle of my being is back in a new beggining
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| The first fruits of a second childhood which is more obscure and twisted
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| How could I forgive?
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| Ho could I forget?
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| During my soul crossed
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| Blindfolded centuries
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| The pathetic reflection of all I was frightened to be
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| Appears to me with unbearable brutality
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| This morning looks like the others
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| And I feel dizzy in front of the immobility of my existence
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| I’ve seen my equals cross the blindfolded centuries
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| And fall around me
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| Each time born in a different dimension
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| My own sick representations
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| Which perhaps only exist through me
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| But today begins my new life
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| In this pure white room
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| I can’t move, the chains are back
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| To tell me that my torments are not over
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| I can just look at this new birth, powerless
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| The first breath’s so painful
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| Blindfolded centuries
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| The pathetic reflection of all I was frightened to be
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| Appears to me with unbearable brutality
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| All that i believed being a part of me in this entity
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| Is just afucking illusion |