| I fall into a lifeless pattern of sin
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| Different, different, different
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| Take part, soul flammable gas
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| Play your role of uncertain death
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| I’m havin' neither part nor lot in such path
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| Measured with steps
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| So is your role as seems to me
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| Undoomed to fail and unrelieved
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| How will I know, I deny
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| I confess
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| «More carrion for vultures», they said
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| Ne invoces expellere non passis
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| Do not call up that you cannot put down
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| What am I feeling when you make me alive in the morning here
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| In the crystal caves of falling streams.
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| Within misty shades of falling leaves
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| Evolved a plan to sell blue skies
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| Corrupted watcher mine demise
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| Idyllic place, huh, you want some more
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| Coffin on start, just push the door, a door
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| My rudeness you will pardon
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| Never mind yourself, as you don’t care at all
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| I am weary of men-sized chimeras
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| So is your life as it seems to me
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| Redoomed to fail unrelieved
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| How will I know?
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| I give you a day as a gift to burn your lies
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| A night to strike up again
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| I am your watcher, your demise |