| And I saw my death
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| And I killed with passion
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| I was out of breath
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| And filled with aggression
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| A silent cry echoing in my mind
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| And a handful of sand
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| That in the deep of my heart dwell
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| There are visions engraved in the maze of my brain
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| And a sempiternal restlessness leads my existence
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| Into the darkest labyrinth of life
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| An unbearable pain restricts me from touching the stars
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| I lick the waters that fall from heaven
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| Even so I dry
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| I have seen my doom
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| And I travelled through horrors
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| There’s an awesome vortex
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| That in the deep of my heart whirls
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| Though tears fall from heaven
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| It won’t soak my soul
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| I would rather dry forever
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| Than to be empoisoned by god
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| I’ve been searching for the treasures
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| Hidden in the tangled labyrinth
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| Of my innermost and supreme being
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| Sometimes I fell upon the earth
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| Yet I rise and with the strength I sweep
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| Into the darkest labyrinth of life
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| An unbearable pain restricts me from touching the stars
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| I lick the waters that fall from heaven
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| Even so I dry |