| Prelude to disorder
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| Loosing the sense of time
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| A fatal interruption in continuity
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| The guilt, a subtle addiction
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| An endless river that falls into nowhere
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| Hoping for better days to come
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| To replace the years of woe
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| A higher sense to fear
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| Turns us to someone we are not
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| The arms of destiny fondling me
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| Caressing but then choking
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| A cold touch of thousands hands around my neck
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| Waiting for my final breath
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| Misshaper illusion
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| Like a mirror that always fakes
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| The pain that time does not heal
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| The worst nightmare from which you’ll never wake
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| This is surely an omen of doom
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| We all try to comprehend
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| The deepest fears of life and death
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| But we always fail in this game
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| You believe in eternity
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| When tomorrow is uncertain
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| A false idol you follow
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| Welcome to cold reality
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| I don’t know reasons
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| All the questions unanswered
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| Only sorrow and despair remain
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| The bells toll, this ain’t worth a tear
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| The doors begin to close and we all disappear |