| Stabbing, raping, tear them into pieces
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| Screaming, crying, (just) deny it Hide your senses
|
| It’s happening again
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| I’m waking up in an embrace of red
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| Just like the days before
|
| Examining the stains, looking for wounds without result
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| The blood is not mine
|
| Stabbing, raping, tear them into pieces
|
| Screaming, crying, (just) deny it Hide your senses
|
| (In this) obscurity, paralysed in self-satisfaction
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| Stranded in this scene of violence
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| I’m escaping from it again
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| Crawling out back in to the shadow
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| I rearrange my life
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| This is my new world. |
| Welcome to Amnesia
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| Broken down on another faceless day
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| One more statement from the watchers of my parade
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| It’s happening again
|
| I’m waking up in an embrace of red
|
| Just like the days before
|
| Examining the stains, looking for wounds without result
|
| The blood is not mine
|
| This is my new world. |
| Welcome to Amnesia
|
| Broken down on another faceless day
|
| One more statement from the watchers of my parade
|
| Amnesia
|
| Stabbing, raping, tear them into pieces
|
| Screaming, crying, (just) deny it Hide your senses |