| We ride through the secrets
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| Half gods — that’s what we are
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| Half human without feelings
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| Far from the stars we are
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| With suffering and pain
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| We live insane and blind
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| We spill the sand on ourselves
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| For it is the only truth about us Rush of the wind runs insane storm
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| Blackness comes out of infinite bowls
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| Drawing the word
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| Eye looks inside the stone
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| Dreams disturbed by deadly silence
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| Whispers rises from your cold srceams
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| Sadness formed into drops above the sky
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| Creates another poems every night
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| They will look and not believe
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| They will yell they will deny
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| I will burn the bridges and respect
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| And me the blind bat
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| I shall love my black disguisting wings
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| In an infinite cave I shall live
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| Always looking downwords
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| Always looking downwords
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| We ride through the universe
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| Far from the stars we are
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| With suffering and pain
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| We live insane
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| With suffering and pain
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| We live insane and blind
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| We spill the sand on ourselves
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| For it is the only truth about us We fallow blindly emptiness
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| We bury our essence
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| In ahshes and fire
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| We fallow emptiness |