| Feel how it tastes, the scraps of the thorns develops the blood that
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| is flowing without a prevent, down, all the way down until it’s
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| reaching the ground. |
| Feel the taste of the pain who is laughing you
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| in the face exactly like you have done, in a now looking far away
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| time. |
| Feel how it draws you to the ground how it passage your
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| whole situation, the thought feels unreal but yet close, what drives
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| you — holding you up?
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| What comes to you… the situation is inevitable, you falling in the so often safe surrounding, you are thrown around in the
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| darkness where no one seems to care-Who am I? |
| The question is an echo that going round, you don’t know — is there a me? |
| The
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| nightmare becomes reality everything is dark — you take a shape of a ghost you don’t know, hiding behind the mask that is choking
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| you, the blood starts to flow the thorns are reminding, you stapple
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| around and fall in the shadows where you are alone and empty.
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| Can no one see? |
| Can no one see? |
| — I fall down in the deep tunnel
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| there nothing is like me. |
| Can no one see? |
| Can no one see? |
| — Feel
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| how it draws you to the ground how it passage your weak
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| self esteem. |
| Can no one see — I am obscurity. |
| Can no one see — the
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| retribution through me?
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| The thought is unreal but yet close, my only way — drink the wine,
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| face the blood, conquer myself. |
| Lost in my thought, Lost in my body, feeling the thorns, reminding the pain. |
| I feel how it draws
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| me to the ground, how it passage my whole situation, the thought
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| feel unreal but yet close, what drives me holding me up?
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| Once more the shadows of night have darkened my existence. |
| But
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| somewhere in my in blackened unpleased mind I have a small
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| beginning of a remembrance, like an unreadable note from a long
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| time ago that still is valid.
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| When the shape is forming I know there will be something more —
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| I know. |
| At the mirror of my soul — many times I’m convinced — all
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| concepts have lost their meaning, when the situation is inevitable
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| and I’m falling down in the so often safe surrounding.
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| When the question is an echo that going round and I don’t know
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| is there a me? |
| I have my remembrance reminding me that I know;
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| yes I know there will be something more a new morning —
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| the everlasting the fulfilled. |