| Cold sand burns my skin
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| Slipping through my hands
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| Unconstrained, yet bound
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| Slave with ropes of mental source
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| My mind’s eroded, exposing a labyrinth in which I’m lost
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| No way out for the one who’s host
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| These walls look the same everywhere I turn
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| The longer I’m in, the deeper I go, the more I drift away
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| There’s no escape from the tricks of my foolish mind
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| I am Teseus without the thread of my loving Ariadne
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| The hourglass is emptying out
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| And most former paths are buried with grit
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| My freedom as prison of my objectives
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| Don’t stay still
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| Or life shall flow and kill you twice
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| The frayed lines of time
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| The scariest scars, they sear inside
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| The burden I bring, it thwarts me
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| On my way to deceive the universal conviction
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| Stuck in the maze of thoughts and dreams turned nightmares
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| I need to free my mind defeating the beast
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| I feel his presence, I hear his breath
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| I rise my sight
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| I’m horrified as I mirror myself
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| Don’t take the time to live in regrets
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| Because time is fleeting, like water
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| Just sail it and point at the shining horizon
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| I’ll be stronger than my strongest weakness
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| Try, succeed, fail: Live
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| Don’t stay still
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| This heat you feel will burn your soul |