| Someone stole the starlight from the backside of your hand
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| Weak without the magic you lay passed out in the sand
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| With controls set for night flights when witches ruled the world
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| In a twinkling moment you see cockroaches and crows
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| Go behind the great clouds if you want to stay the same
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| In nothing land you’ll perish when they whisper aloud your name
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| A window full of trauma stares you in the face
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| You know it’s time to scream now and leave this fucking place
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| So drunk and misled, face down in the mindless gutter
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| You puked and you bled, the lifeblood of the holy mother
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| Lame and astray, bloated in the crimson river
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| Needless to say, we are here to burn and wither
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| Come with me, walk with me
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| The voice of doom and new adventures
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| Love with me, love with you
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| The endless trip is what you’re after
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| Blinding light, burning light
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| From excess to bitter laughter
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| Happiness, loneliness
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| Kneel before the disaster master
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| The night is almost over and still there you are
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| Half dead, numb and shipwrecked like a shooting star
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| Surrounded by black witches, you don’t know what to do
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| Weak without the magic, the madness is killing you |