| For the fragile one I will encrypt my thoughts
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| The sinner’s tears enthralled by wild agonies
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| The inner deception, betrayal of dawn
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| In the gloom’s paradise you will inherit my scars
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| A wound of mankind, a spirit in blood
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| The unfamiliar guest beneath the masquarade
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| Fight for me to dim the daylight
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| To suffocate the sun, to justify your needs
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| Underneath the inner deception
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| I can reach your soul, I can reach your heart
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| Underneath the tranquil masquarade
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| There’s a storm inside enslaved to darken the light
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| And in the end I have the universe in my hands
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| And in the end I have to realize that I’m not immortal
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| Before the night I have to dream my sorrows away
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| Will I see the dawn again after the bleakest night?
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| Can you feel the pain? |
| The cancer grows inside you
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| Can you bleed the pain? |
| The morning breaks your heart
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| Can you seek yourself? |
| Will you ever grasp the pain?
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| Can you separate yourself from the lucid dreaming?
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| Why can’t you be immortal?
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| Why can’t you betray your life?
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| Why can’t you believe the fame
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| Of inner deception, of inner pain? |