| Monday the endless toll of the church bell
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| shot through the head in a parade of saints
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| Tuesday the sun is stained black
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| See, before your eyes is a malicious world natural dope
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| Wednesday I lost my mind, dancing and singing charismatically
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| in a worn-out red suit
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| Thursday pouring my soul’s fire into the speakers,
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| playing a love song, I thought that’s where I ought to be, drowning in it…
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| Suppressing the numbing pain, the overflowing emotions, turning my eyes away
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| from reality
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| I’ve already surrendered everything, headed alone into the empty,
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| futile depths mind trip!
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| In a demonic waltz 123 until I’m corrupted count down! |
| count down!
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| Ascending to the moon 123 Let go, sink down!
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| Friday I came across you Was it the saving grace of God?
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| Saturday I close my eyes the tumbling DICE of fate
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| Sunday pleasure’s bewitching harmony
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| The black mass dissolves away natural dope
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| I weighed my severed feelings against the heaviness of the pain
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| The world I saw with you could take on any colour,
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| because of love I experienced what it is to have my heart yearn for a place
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| At the limits of despair you come to mind and I repeat my sorrow stopstopstop…
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| Suppressing the numbing pain, the overflowing emotions, turning my eyes away
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| from reality
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| I’ve already surrendered everything, headed alone into the empty,
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| futile real twice dead |