| Being at the place of darkness
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| Where everything that exists, never is
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| Being in the place of inexistence
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| Where silence is everything
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| Where silence never stops
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| Being in a place I ignore
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| Where sadness dominates monotony
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| Where time? |
| hands
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| And I feel the impediment of taking out
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| The anguish that resounds in my inside
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| And I feel all his foundless madness
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| Which oppress me like a thousand gravities
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| And I feel more presence
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| That gets lost in the infinity (infinity)
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| I feel his torture in my being
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| I feel his screams in my mind
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| I feel his breath in my soul
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| I feel his look in my spirit
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| I try to cry and I have no eyes
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| I try to hear and I have no ears
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| I try to smell and I have no nose
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| I try to touch and I have no hands
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| I try to burst, and I have no body
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| I try to burst, and I have no body
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| I feel his torture in my being
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| I feel his screams in my mind
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| I feel his breath in my soul
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| I feel his look in my spirit
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| What’s the sense of this demented
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| Function which trapes me?
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| What’s the order of this puzzle
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| If none of us fits okay?
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| What’s the motive of this whole emptiness
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| If we don’t exist in any concrete point?
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| What’s the answer to everything
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| If I can’t even make
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| Make a question?
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| All these pleasures, refused
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| All these sacrifices, in vain
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| All these prays, with no destiny
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| All these penances, absurd
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| All these abstinences
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| To get a beyond
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| From the plenty grace
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| And above all these
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| Fears to an inexistent God
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| For this Chaos
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| (This Chaos)
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| (This Chaos)
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| All these pleasures, refused
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| All these sacrifices, in vain
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| All these prays, with no destiny
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| All these penances, absurd
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| All these abstinences
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| To get a beyond
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| From the plenty grace
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| And above all these
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| Fears to an inexistent God
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| For this Chaos
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| (Yeah)
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| Is this perpetual night, perhaps my personal hell?
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| Maybe this perpetual night, bring a clear sunrise
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| Which let me see the sky, that I think I deserve
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| But until that moment I can only wait and reflect
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| About everything and nothing
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| And try to remember the mistakes
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| That confined me to utter obscurity |