| Hey old man, can you read my lips
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| I shout to you, here I am, among the sheeps
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| For that stone of happiness I am looking for
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| I’m young, yet not innocent and ready to fight for…
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| This place that mortals call paradise
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| And for a whole life they suffer
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| This place that no worms from ground rise
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| They’ve all been shattered
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| In this so called heaven I want
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| To build my own black mansion
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| Leather for walls, flesh and bones
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| Bleeding throats to feed my passion.
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| Blast my will would be As I reach the mortals’dream
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| End of hope, that’s growing dim…
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| Here where I cried but no one could see
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| My tears have frozen, I no longer bleed
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| Red scripts I make, none’s blood is wasted
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| My pen dives in red, quarry lies dead.
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| I’m now the holder of your soul
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| The one to whom your life’s being sold
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| I’m now your sun, your flesh and blood
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| Your own God, lay down and suffer. |