| Another chain is broken,
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| another bridge on fire.
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| The further I go away from its warmth,
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| the more it feels like home.
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| In freezing serenity, alone I wander.
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| In freezing serenity, fire’s born anew.
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| Never back down they say, but to retreat does not mean to surrender.
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| For the fire needs air to burn to spread, its soothing blaze.
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| Years of levity, in denigrating dirt, created a layered husk,
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| ad it’s crumbling, with each passing day in blissful seclusion.
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| I can breath again, I am born anew,
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| rising up from the seeds I watered,
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| with my own tears,
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| with my own blood to fertilize this soil, once more.
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| From the distance I can see what was hidden behind the masks,
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| worn as a second skin.
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| All those layered faces,
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| all those hollow smiles to fight the shadows, cast by us.
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| To reach what we perceive as light.
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| To live the lie, to breath the lie.
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| To become the lie, in disguise.
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| I shall embrace the sun today, and steal the light away.
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| I shall turn the moon tonight, to reveal its lightless side.
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| Another the unbound.
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| Another idea, burning down.
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| The deeper I go,
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| destination — south.
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| The more it feels like home, in isolation profound,
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| facing the mirror of the soul, the man shall take off his mask.
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| To stand alone in the light of the
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| stars, then the day shall turn to night,
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| and the moon shall replace the sun,
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| in the darkness I shall find
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| a piece of mind I have lost
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| Then the night shall turn to day,
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| the sun shall rise to lead us again.
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| I remain detached in serenity,
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| within the Devil’s womb.
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| I remain detached in serenity,
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| holding hands with my own god. |