| Blasts of dispair, they brought the fire in here
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| Took all to hell leaving what I abhor on earth
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| The inferno shattered the integrity you feign
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| Exposing the double side of a coin
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| What’s your problem now?
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| What’s your trouble now?
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| Could you tell me what the hell is wrong now?
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| Polluted conscience, twisted shapes
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| They choked your mind before you fell in shades
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| A quiet moon is dyed in red and gray
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| As if it wanted to bring me to that day
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| Don’t say a word I will speak now
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| Waters in motion are so deep down
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| I’ve crossed the river I won’t look back
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| Dig your own hole stay where you are
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| Winds of treason, metaphors of time
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| Treasons to sell me out, you left behind
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| The betrayer shows his face
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| Humiliation on his side
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| Fragile bones, breaking vulgar forms
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| Pores breathing scorn from a filthy soul
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| Don’t say a word I will speak now
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| Waters in motion are so deep down
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| I’ve crossed the river I won’t look back
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| Dig your own hole stay where you are
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| Winds of treason, metaphors of time
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| Treasons to sell me out, you left behind |