| Raise the tide for every time I fall
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| Drown myself for the wretched fate
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| Fail to see the enemies
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| Claw inside the inner me
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| I tend to think in black and white
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| A greyscale and a touch of red
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| Life hollow, no surrounding
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| Time is out, room is void
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| Absence in my sight
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| I’m following my shadow
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| Making sure that the light’s
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| Always on my back
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| Left the surface to sever a day
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| From last and tomorrow, zetetic for clues
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| Underground and into time
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| Set my sights but rights denied
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| I tend to think in black and white
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| A greyscale and a touch of red
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| As I try to be martyrizing me
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| Why can’t I see I cannot limit myself to this
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| Why can’t I see I cannot limit myself to this
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| I’m set to suffer, I
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| I’m set to do my time
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| Witches, demons come to me
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| Join my ride, pass through spite
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| Late in time I’ll burn my soul
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| To wander through the atmospheric sphere
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| I will not look at the facts, I will not justify
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| To fulfil all your wishes redefining Moral Evasion
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| And the truths remain concealed
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| In depth forever more |