| Come winds of time, come swallow us
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| Spitting out our hatred, burned and found the past
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| No goddamn sun reflects in no goddamn light
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| A fevered circle, each day and night
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| The beautiful wounds from within
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| Go hand in head with my dreams of sin
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| With the corruption that lied at the end
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| The fire burns within us
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| Out through the sacred gate
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| Check out your files, collect the lies
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| The lament novel of a soul demise
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| All of it true as I stayed in the cold
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| To count the dead hours
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| How could I declare, that I liked them all?
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| Those who mourn and turn away my soul
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| I put the last nail in your mental coffin
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| Sent it to your loss
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| Straight into your fears
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| Did you ever danced, with your demons inside
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| For just inflected wounds
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| Have you ever danced, with the demons that surround you, once, to face the
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| Truth
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| Hand in hand, this fear I hear
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| From your voice, getting clear
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| We believe in silent empire
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| We adore our fields of dreams
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| We paint your empty god in black
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| And set ablaze your circle of dreams |