| Last night
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| I stole a secret
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| From the sleeping gods
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| A recipe for tyranny
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| The human world forgot
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| I learned about a potion
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| That places in your hands
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| The strings of fate and motion
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| Of life to sudden end
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| One drop drowns your memory
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| In the lake of loss
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| (One drop)
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| One drop sells your sanity
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| And nails you to the cross
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| (One drop)
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| It places seven splinters
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| In your open eyes
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| Turns the world around you
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| Into a thousand lies
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| It takes away your breathing
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| And blows it to the wind
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| Along with your confession
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| «Father, I have sinned!»
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| One drop drowns your memory
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| In the lake of loss
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| (One drop)
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| One drop sells your sanity
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| And nails you to the cross
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| (One drop)
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| One drop bends you to my will
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| My will and my demand
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| (One drop)
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| One drop and the world stands still
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| And waits for my command
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| One drop drowns your memory
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| In the lake of loss
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| (One drop)
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| One drop sells your sanity
|
| And nails you to the cross
|
| (One drop)
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| One drop bends you to my will
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| My will and my demand
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| (One drop)
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| One drop and the world stands still
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| And waits for my command |