| Forsake
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| Every night happens the same relentless terrifying scenario
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| Alex ten years old has to confront hell to finally find the sleep
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| Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see
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| The hands on the ears and he still listens
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| Afraid that his heart stopped in the hammering of a funeral march
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| Forsaken, the hour has come
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| He’s forsaken by the ones he trusted the most in
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| Between invisible creatures as darkness is falling around
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| Freezing kisses from his mother rejoining her bed in heaven
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| Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see
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| The hands on the ears and he still listens
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| Afraid that his heart stopped in the hammering of a funeral march
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| Scary noises under him
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| An uncertain place on the Earth and the ritual reject
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| Lead him to surrender himself in terror
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| Slave to the aggressive outside
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| In the lair of the ashamed child
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| As he stands close to the Styx
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| Ready to fall and swim
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| Convinced that he will never be able to cross it
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| Abysses inhale him from underground
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| Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see
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| The hands on the ears and he still listens
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| Afraid that his heart stopped in the hammering of a funeral march
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| Forsaken, the hour has come
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| He’s forsaken by the ones he trusted the most in |