| A deathlike silence sweeping the land
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| Murderer, a feeling of blame feeding this sinister kiss
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| A room filled with the smell of death and decay
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| Anger wash over me as memories stir my mind
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| My body is numb
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| Agonized and blind
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| These strange calls
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| From those who walked before their time
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| Spinning through emotional fields
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| I turned the nails, that closed this crest of belief
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| Once I surely tasted paradise
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| But now I weep
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| Will I ever see this paradise unveil
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| I will be searching for all my years
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| Strangely waiting among the shadow of the stones
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| I now feel connected while in your garden
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| Is there a King of vengeance, who roams to punish me
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| Inside it feels like a battle between good and evil
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| An internal storm that hates me
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| And this storm always outlasts me
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| I wish I could believe in angels and demons
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| I wish I could believe
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| I wish I could believe in angels and demons
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| I wish we could meet again
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| Welcome to my world of denial
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| Welcome to the realm of the lost
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| Come, feel the stillness of my garden
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| Where my blood has soaked the ground
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| Once I surely tasted paradise
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| But now I weep
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| Will I ever see this paradise unveil
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| I will be searching for all my years
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| I wish I could believe in angels and demons
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| I wish I could believe
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| I wish I could believe in angels and demons
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| I wish we could meet again
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| I will be searching for all my years |