| I never know when the fever starts to grow
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| I only realise that my mind is gonna blow
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| No emotion, no fusion, just a vision of ease
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| When I float into nothing and wait for some peace
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| You’ll never find out why all my senses cry
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| You’ll never know that my heart is gonna die
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| It’s an illusion of nothing, a filthy picture of decay
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| Like in a minute of silence and some pulse-delay
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| Without our self-relief, there would be no hate or grief
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| It makes me wonder why, we don’t just decide to die
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| Without our phantasie there’d be no fear inside us all
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| Is there anybody out there, do you hear me call?
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| If you decide to seek the truth
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| Beyond the seal of constant youth
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| You’ll find an empty desperate strain
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| 'cause inside of me there’s nothing more than … pain!
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| Feel free to heal & lose yourself
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| In moments of sorrow & emptiness
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| Keep breathing for another revival
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| Construction of night & a secret denial
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| I thought this little jewel would help let me forget
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| To abandon reality (&) the moments I regret
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| To shed all emptiness, destroy despair
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| The burning smell of scars is waving through the air
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| Sometimes I used to feel that wounds will never heal
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| On the horizon of forgiveness there’s nothing here to seal
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| Instead it seems to kill me slower than I thought
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| It’s only flashy moments that I have caught
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| And nails are piercing me, like in a grief of killing spree
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| All fear inside my brain is starting to haunt me again
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| It’s all fucked-up somehow, a burden more to take
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| I erase myself by now, don’t want to awake |