| I want you to know who I really am now
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| I need you to look inside this abyss
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| I beg you to go, never turn back anymore
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| I want you to know who I really am now
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| I painted this place, black as coal
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| I painted 1000 deaths on these walls of mine
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| On this path I followed, there has never been someone, rain fell in my dreams
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| On this way I travelled, I licked all these painful scars and hid them with hope
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| In this well below me, the end of all things is waiting for us
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| In this well I’m drowning, can’t you understand all the failure inside?
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| Breathing silence
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| Under cold ice
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| Nothing but another Autumn to creep on me, a darkness will come
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| Nothing but a skyline, too far to reach again and covered by clouds
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| And this time I’m falling, this will be the last time I rise up again
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| I will lay my body down into this abyss and stare at the hollows
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| Breathing silence
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| Under cold ice
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| I painted this place, black as coal
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| I painted 1000 deaths on these walls of mine
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| I wanted this place to be as black as the night
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| I painted it all with each pain I could find
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| So many times I looked at you, as you said
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| But I’ve never seen you
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| I just look around, seeing no-one
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| I surrender, yes
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| I’m from another world, and I’m fine here
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| A world of silence and misunderstandings
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| In which you can’t have a place
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| Because you’re nothing to me
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| Simply nothing
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| And so you came, so you’ll go
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| So I found comfort within myself
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| Far from this comedy called life
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| Nothing but silence and blackness
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| This is the place I call my home |