| I woke up from a driven coma
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| Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear
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| Ghosts with bruised bodies
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| Faces obscure and sting
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| Who don’t know anything about themselves
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| The night annihilated what they built during the day
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| Daylight promotes the weary comedy of courtesy
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| With the favour of darkness the heroin of denial comes
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| Flowers in fire
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| Torturing visions
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| Withdrawal of anguishes
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| Blood-soaked wadding
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| Flowers in fire
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| Torturing visions
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| Around me bewildered glances
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| Stunned by fear
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| I was guided by your scent, toward enchanting climes
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| A speedy fire ran my veins and knocked at my heart
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| My brain is bleeding, pierced by surgical tool
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| Raped and slaughtered to make me feel good
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| Flowers in fire
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| Torturing visions
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| Withdrawal of anguishes
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| Blood-soaked wadding
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| Flowers in fire
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| Torturing visions
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| Around me bewildered glances
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| Stunned by fear
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| I refused to modify my genealogical inheritance
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| 'Cause I was afraid the mirror would have ceased to shine
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| Stiff and pitifully unsatisfied by existence
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| Awfully crucified to life
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| I woke up from a driven coma, it was necessary
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| Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear
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| Ghosts with bruised bodies
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| Faces obscure and sting |