| Comes as a dirty colored knife
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| Bright in mirrors' gray
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| One by one, a symbolized blood, reflected pits of pain
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| With these eyes, mesmerized, by power infection that brutally died
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| Hours, another dimension of moments
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| Moments, reflection, the countdown clock is thrown aside
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| Ever scarred, skinless can bite
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| Comes from corners, shadows might
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| Wounds that never heal
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| Scarred by time a pistols' crime
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| Declare the things I feel
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| Bleed, feed, hateful sinful crime
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| Bleed, feed, mankind
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| With these, my eyes, I remember years I’ve been told
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| «ignore, our crimes, trapped skinless and cold»
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| With these, my rites, I’ll remember years I’ve been told
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| «ignore, our cries, trapped, skinless and. |
| trapped, skinless and… cold»
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| Times of loss ever scarred again reflected pits of pain
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| Times of loss mixed with fever and dust
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| In the dawn hour they cry
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| Ever seen, ugly faces of fear
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| Ever scared
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| Times of loss scarred again, reflected pits of pain
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| With these eyes, mesmerized, by power inflection that brutally died
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| Hours, another dimension of moments
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| Moments, reflection, the countdown clock is thrown aside
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| Ever scarred, skinless can bite |