| Wine is color of faded red, icon of a past
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| No drug make me forget all this blood and this night
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| Gazing at the cold moon, memory of a face of doom
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| Which looks at me with scorn, wothing will be the same anymore
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| Pictures of the past are never to be back
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| Bloodfingers in your back, I miss the time I made you scars
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| I remember the promise of some rest in a bloodred sea as a release
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| I learnt there is no rest and honesty never pays
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| It wasn’t the eyes of betrayal but there was no place for hope
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| I thought it was a place for eternity
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| it was just a pit in a grey endless sea
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| I hate looking at those mountains that make me remember you
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| I’d like to hate you so more than for myself I’ve ever done
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| I spread violence and decay, sickness is a hard thing to share
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| All the scars drawing my body won’t never release me from grief
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| And tomorrow when the time has past I’ll still remind your name
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| And then return to the place it was and probably shed a tear
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| For the remain of this human blaze which was blown off this night
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| I just hope where you go, you’ll remember what was I I bleed for it went too fast, the wound is still opened
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| You’ve gone as those flowers died, as the bloodred turns to black
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| You’ll remember me as faded wine and wish me the best
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| The best is still for me that I can meet you soon in hell… |