| before leaving this ghost landscape
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| cleaning my cold skin from steel
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| i hear neverending whispers
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| pushing blood between my fear
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| my tongue’s licking mortal flavours
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| in a cathode universe
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| burning years of wasted silence
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| wired within the main machine
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| feel the breeze that never came
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| and quickly passed away those dreams
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| in the old times life was foolish
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| in the same old way to be
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| sadly think about the fingers
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| touching flesh and feeding hearts
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| disconnect the memories before
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| they start to set me free
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| taste the fear of falling down
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| flying through the darkened wires
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| soft misunderstanding martyr
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| bleeding inside and away
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| it invades me doesn’t break me
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| it is burning without hurting
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| it is safe it’s not an option
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| as it turns me into flames
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| oh it scares me doesn’t kill me
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| keeping track of every move
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| i am taking frozen trust away
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| just facing it alone
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| is it something more than ice
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| if it blows away my fingers
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| belief dripping down the stairs
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| while my hunger breeds forgiveness
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| moody doubt remain in childhood
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| plotting sweet and wicked vengeances
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| everything is really different from
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| what i thought it was before |