| Can you handle that shock
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| Fragments of words rush through me
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| As I see your lips move fast
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| Echoed voices never end
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| Blinded wisdom in empty hands
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| And as I come closer to the truth
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| I figure there is none
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| So where are you
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| The whore to walk, aside
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| And all those faces I haved lived in
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| Attach me to my doubtful past
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| Forgotten forces regain strength
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| (Because) strangers die in silence
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| Crosses fade in shimmering white
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| Obtused reflexes born inside
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| So tell me now, where are you?
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| Fingers longing for this gentle chaos
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| Hallow bodies with draconic lips
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| Idyllic smiles decay in laughter Kisses stimulate
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| My skin
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| Voices dumb, without sentiments
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| Digusting taste and eyes so blind
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| Fingers numb, perceptions out of reach
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| Breathless as a perfume kills
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| Perverted dreams my fractual bindings
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| As my puzzle falls apart
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| Logic questions the existence
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| Of this strange phenomena
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| Hidden in those eyes
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| Like a gentle flimsy kiss
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| Believe me saying it’s not the skin
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| It’s the stranger inside |