| Darkness and nothing else in his eyes
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| And once again he awakes in this closed unknown chamber
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| Explaining parts of childhood coming to him
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| His remembers are woolly, no birth-date
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| Past forgotten
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| Vicious, dangerous, incurable
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| As all the other times he’s searching for his brother
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| Supposing that he owes him this new solitary confinement
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| Fixed glance, he pricks up the ear
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| Assuring us he knows who’s behind the door
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| Negation of our existence
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| He begins to speak alone
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| Who are you? |
| Are you the other me?
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| How could I know who I am? |
| I’m just a half of myself
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| Again I feel this pain
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| Do you hear my voice behind this fucking door?
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| I hear you my brother
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| Why have they put us in a strange place?
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| Why don’t I remember?
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| I have to tell you something, we’ve done something evil
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| We have murdered our father
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| We’ve done it together
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| Dissociation of mind always torn between fraternal love and hate
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| He refuses to pay the price for his fault
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| Fit of anger he violently breaks the door
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| And as he realizes what stand behind
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| Not his brother but absolutely nothing |