| There’s this vision of red colour on the stainless snow
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| Painful senses, kindly coldness
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| The shy warmness fleeing little by little
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| Let the place to the emptiness of unknown feelings
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| Smile then bleed
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| You smile?
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| No affection on my face
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| Each heartbeat I can feel is like a slow step to chaos
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| Irremediably attracted to the other side
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| A long way to the breakpoint
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| I saw the gleam and followed it, this trail tinged with blood
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| As the macabre furrow of my life
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| I dream about beautiful work I let behind
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| Transported by the desire to lose all that remains me
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| My eyes are closed
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| And I hear this voice repeating those words «smile then bleed»
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| White and red together are splendid
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| A long way to the breakpoint
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| I saw the gleam and followed it, this trail tinged with blood
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| As the macabre furrow of my life
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| The landscape is peaceful and hostility has disappeared
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| A piece of resplendent cruelty, progeny of the sufferings inside
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| I let you as memory this glorious picture
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| Where the colours of life and death are mixed in a last breath
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| Then I put the light off
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| A long way to the breakpoint
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| I saw the gleam and followed it, this trail tinged with blood
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| As the macabre furrow of my life
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| Asleep with a smile on my face |