| A dark force is calling me, the black sun enlightens the scenery
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| The horizon is filled with clouds so pride
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| In a time when silence is not only a word or a feeling
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| I’m on my way to march the fields of disbelief
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| A certain thought, my senses disappear
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| To see will never again be to believe
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| I’m dying for the chance to be!
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| I’m gonna be the one who tells his son
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| Not to do what I have done
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| A time to mourn, a time to pray
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| There are so many words to say
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| Is this all I can sway…
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| Misery strikes fear into those left behind
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| Horrible phantasy’s erased from my mind
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| The lost souls will be missed by none!
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| When night has passed and turned into light
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| Sorrow in my eyes, in silence my tears flow
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| Light of day replaces the darkened light
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| Here I am among the ones (insane) dreaming, screaming…
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| They tried to take my life
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| I’m on my way to march the fields of disbelief …
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| You don’t even know what you’ve become (in your life)
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| I feed my weakness with pathetic lies (I am blind)
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| Paranoid thoughts so close yet not to find
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| So here I stand with tears in my eyes
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| You don’t even know what you’ve become …
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| I’m gonna be the one who tells his son …
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| Misery strikes fear into those left behind … (repeat] |