| I dip my hands in acid, washing off the blood from them,
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| But these brown spots are forever ingrained in the rough skin.
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| Endless confession of unredeemed sins
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| Does not lead to salvation, and I only multiply them.
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| Not forgiven
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| Impersonal.
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| Dissolved in the void.
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| And catastrophic.
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| It's hard for me, you see?
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| I'm torn to pieces, look!
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| Do you hear my soundless cry?
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| Hold me with the power of hope!
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| You fade away in the corridors
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| My faithless soul...
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| Agony takes you away
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| And rage burns me from the inside...
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| I'm going crazy screaming "Breathe!"
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| The irreversibility of fate where the lie became the truth.
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| You blossomed, hiding in my monstrous lies.
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| But the ruthless wind of autumn rips off all my masks,
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| And bloody broken lips beg me: "Don't hold it!"
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| Not forgiven
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| Impersonal.
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| Dissolved in the void.
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| And catastrophic.
|
| It's hard for me, you see?
|
| I'm torn to pieces, look!
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| Do you hear my soundless cry?
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| Hold me with the power of hope!
|
| You fade away in the corridors
|
| My faithless soul...
|
| Agony takes you away
|
| And rage burns me from the inside...
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| I'm going crazy screaming "Breathe!"
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| I look with a shudder of the soul into your cold pupil,
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| But the tenderness of the blade is incomparable with the pain.
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| Getting rid of brown spots, I cut off pieces of flesh,
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| The existence of fear and lies within us is indestructible.
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| Not forgiven
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| Impersonal.
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| Dissolved in the void.
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| And catastrophic.
|
| It's hard for me, you see?
|
| I'm torn to pieces, look!
|
| Do you hear my soundless cry?
|
| Hold me with the power of hope!
|
| You fade away in the corridors
|
| My faithless soul...
|
| Agony takes you away
|
| And rage burns me from the inside...
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| I'm going crazy screaming "Breathe!" |