| There’s a shadow standing under a tree
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| I don’t feel, please, set me free!
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| A world illuminates a clouded sky
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| It’s backwards, alive, and he can’t see why
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| Creatures slither, creatures eat
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| A creature gets eaten or a creature sleeps
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| It seems a minefield of hidden deceit
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| «I don’t know why, but a creature repeats
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| Everything’s hollow: Nothing means anything, there is no joy, only idiots sing»
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| His eyes used to glow, but now they’re dead
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| Like black holes sunken into his head
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| But I’m gonna care as much as I can, for this short time left that I have as a
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| man
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| To know what kind of fool the world enthralls
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| Waiting for the light while the darkness falls
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| There’s a shadow standing under a tree
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| One more step, and then I’ll see nothing more of the things that suffocate me
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| The swarm is silent, I can finally unbend
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| I feel nothing, not even at the end
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| If heaven’s on earth then may hell ascend
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| There’s a shadow hanging under a tree
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| And a rope is a tool to set one free |