| I contemplate only shreds of truth
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| Nocturnal gusts make whirlpool
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| Strangled idols, seduced souls, opaque state of joy
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| Time after time all idols have been strangled
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| Resignation to uncertainty, resignation to the essential asymmetry of the world
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| Day after day all idols have been strangled
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| In this mute instant of silence all reality seems to have its own reason to
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| exist
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| I’m two voices, duality, I’m a witch that must not count to ten
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| Time after time all idols have been strangled
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| Resignation to uncertainty, resignation to the essential asymmetry of the world
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| Day after day all idols have been strangled
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| In this mute instant of silence all reality seems to have its own reason to
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| exist
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| Life! |
| Death! |
| Time! |
| Pain! |
| Joy! |
| Silence!
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| An instance of silence between two noises of life
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| Cut throat of not lived time
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| Shredded leaves of my wretched life
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| Death glance, bringer of life
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| Shelled by the system, blinded by faith
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| Guided by instinct, armoured by pain
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| Time after time all idols have been strangled
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| Resignation to uncertainty, resignation to this shutter world
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| Time after time all idols have been strangled
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| Resignation to uncertainty, resignation to this shutter world
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| Day after day all the idols have been strangled
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| In this pure instant of silence, infected by seduced souls |