| Frozen light, I feel so cold, having frozen mind
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| I know I have to decide
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| Frozen space; |
| my empty veins, my unspoken prayers.
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| The grateful sin: suicide.
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| Frozen home, the last revenge for all those who died
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| All of those I now deny
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| Frozen soul, now I am ruling this world up high
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| This ugly grin is now my smile
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| Above the world; |
| now it is mine
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| And under my world you are wasting your time
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| Now follow me, I am divine
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| Your mirror is broken, this is my last crime
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| Cross the line, and try to make it all cold and bright
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| I want for you to decide.
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| Stop the tide, of hopes and thoughts, of eternal «why?»
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| Know how to dare and defy
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| Just step aside, you will face time
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| My wrecked and disgusting visions of life
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| Don’t follow me, I am divine!
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| Just worship your mirror and worship your crime! |