| Another senseless night
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| Following ice and ice
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| Trying to loose lucidity
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| To preserve the little life left within me
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| I the wanderer among all places forbidden
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| A pilgrim born from the pits of humanity
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| Yet something has risen from the shapeless multitude
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| I see the lie but so many faith are built upon treachery
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| To become a whore amidst the highest
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| Sublimate by boreness: apostles of the night
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| High speed away backward Cocaine
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| Champagne and Pain
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| Another church of the soulless
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| Another sanctuary for the envious
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| Here I dare like a puppet
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| But the truth is I pull your strings
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| God among pantomimes
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| You’d sell your soul for one night of mine
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| Gloomy after in the penthouse
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| Crying and marble c
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| Bukkake is the face of the child
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| Someone bleeds in the pool
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| Someone pulls in my blood
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| So, is this it finally?
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| Where shapes and sounds get lost?
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| The luxurious side of the void
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| Take my wrist for my nose won’t take anymore
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| Such pain in my wake
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| But my eyes see now
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| Nothing matters
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| Going ever lower and lower
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| No but a pale shadow wandering
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| Till the last string is cut
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| And the last line is said
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| Shredding my place to eternity |