| Digging deep inside my own labyrinth, seeking for my phantasm
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| There is no way to find a compromise
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| Good or evil, it means nothing anymore
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| I’m frightened, my will’s nothing more but dreams
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| Am I in the wrong train?
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| So attractive, so unsafe?
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| I’m walking on a razor’s edge
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| Excited to decide my own fall
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| Excited to decide my own fall
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| I live my perversions within my head
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| This frustration makes my senses boiling but feeds my hopes
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| Is life just a way covered with temptations?
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| I’m frightened, my will’s nothing more but dreams
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| Am I in the wrong train?
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| So attractive, so unsafe?
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| I’m walking on a razor’s edge
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| Excited to decide my own fall
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| Excited to decide my own fall
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| Excited to decide my own fall, my own fall
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| Sharing could be an end
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| Egoism is the river
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| Everflowing, feeding my luxury
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| So attractive, so unsafe?
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| I’m walking on a razor’s edge
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| Excited to decide my own fall
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| Excited to decide my own fall
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| Excited to decide my own fall |