| Unconsciousness writing the scene of an end
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| Your distance sows nightmares of red to release
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| In a state of the tragic decay
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| They need what’s to die here
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| I try to hold back but the fire is free
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| The pages are glowing in red
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| As I transfer through flames, I’m dividing the sea
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| The end of the story is now to be unfold
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| I need this fire to burn out
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| No sun can guide me through this night
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| They bleed, I weep
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| Your time til death gets short as I fall asleep
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| The night is over now
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| It’s over now
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| It’s over now
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| Awared I am weak, I take actions in sleep
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| In the hollow I’m altered, I’m draped
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| I try to awake but the dream is too deep
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| So close to the final flame that will free as the angels decease
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| They need what’s to die, they need what’s to be
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| So I kiss you goodnight, then they breed
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| Awake in this nightmare
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| Oh no!
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| The empty page reveals no truth no longer
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| These tired eyes won’t read this through
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| The letters from the sunny side of this coma
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| Can’t reach the darkness you are in
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| The heat of the sun surrounds me longer
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| The freezing deceit prevents me to see
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| The hole of your soul is weak as a dying whisper
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| The breath of my dreams is choking your screams |