| I sit in loneliness and watch the meaning of my past
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| It dances and twitches then it lays down and dies
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| I see the morning sky tremble and then it open and begin to cry
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| As night falls and darkness fills my room… whispering thoughts haunt
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| Me
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| My candle burns low
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| Can I find my fate? |
| Can I be one with my desire?
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| The perchment of my future burns fast and I burn myself
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| Badly in my futile attempt to save it
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| The black blood of my heart weeps, in every tear a part of myself
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| I have features of youth but a soul of age
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| Why can’t I see the web of lies my life is based upon so I can cut
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| Them
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| And become one with the sky? |
| I long for the harmony… the peace
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| Within me
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| I wish to see myself in the burning light of truth and no longer be a
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| Victim of hate
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| I search for the purity in me… I search in my blood…
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| I open my vein to see what ever it may be
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| And as the red rivers of my life flow from its tunnels and caves…
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| I see lies and falseness die
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| I’m fading away, drowing in a thick mist of burning ice
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| I’m showered in the blood of dying hate and I feel pure
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| I’m taken to the breast of my truth and I’m reborn |