| Owner of the spinning ark
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| Painting abstract art
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| Abyss of this frozen heart
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| Darkened from the start
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| Black range of this human soul
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| Feeds pale horse so smart
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| Splattered truth of vanished life
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| Drilling holes too hard
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| Deathship of your creeping fear
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| Enters my soul
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| I, meandering through all these lies
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| Learned to fill them with spice
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| Perfect paradise
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| I, symbol of real life
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| Intended for foolish thrive
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| Won’t help you to survive
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| I, result of projected lies
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| At least you wantd me twice
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| Fill your mind with ice
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| Lonly whispers in the dark
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| Will drive your words apart
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| Painting diffuse art
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| Into the abyss of this frozen heart
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| Owner of the ark
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| Spins in the dark
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| This frozen heart
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| Right from the start
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| Owner of the ark
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| Spins in the dark
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| Owner of the ark
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| Spins in the dark
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| This frozen heart
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| Right from the start
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| Black range of the soul
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| Feeds pale horse so smart
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| Splattered truth
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| A furnished life
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| A look at my face
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| A look at your fate
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| A look of my eyes
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| I see you burn
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| I see you turn
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| This is your turn to burn
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| Diving into tearless nights
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| Seeking the black owl
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| Mourning bell of happiness
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| Begging for control
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| Melted hate build in concrete
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| Last watering hole
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| Frozen flame has to appear
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| Last thing to thole
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| Splattered truth of varnished live
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| Drilling holes too hard
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| Deathship of a creeping fear
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| Enters the soul
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| I, tumbling through this life
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| Have to pay a bitter price
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| Can’t promise paradise
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| I, one out of this life
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| Intend to help men’s thrive
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| Will help you to survive
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| I, grown up in real life
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| Unable to give advice
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| No need to want me twice
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| Lonely whispers in the dark |