| Cause I can’t find pleasure anywhere, this life is strangling
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| Me if I would turn myself inside out
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| Would I find peace of Mind
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| Would I find peace of mind?
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| And when the silence remains
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| And all the fields stays the same
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| It isn’t different from the power that it holds
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| Now, where is the pain?
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| As I gaze between my desires
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| There’s a shadow and a bleeder every once in a while
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| Can’t you see my eyes they’re trembling
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| Beware the millions of sense
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| Locked in this rusty cage, a fanatic rage
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| This time I will stand still
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| And no blood will be spilled
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| Yeah, I think I’m losing it
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| Yeah, I think I’m losing it
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| Back to normal a feast on the moral, served on a silver plate
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| Yeah, I think I’m losing it
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| Yeah, I think I’m losing it
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| Back to normal a feast on the moral, served on a silver plate
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| And when the silence remains
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| And all the fields stays the same
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| It isn’t different from the power that it holds
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| Now, where is the pain?
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| A big hail to my sadistic pleasures
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| They saved my soul for a special price
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| As I begin to fade, the creature cries
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| So I’m heading for another one
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| That will watch me raise my bloodstained banner
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| No questions asked, no question asked
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| Yeah, I think I’m losing it
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| Yeah, I think I’m losing it
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| Back to normal a feast on the moral, served on a silver plate
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| Yeah, I think I’m losing it
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| Yeah, I think I’m losing it
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| Back to normal a feast on the moral, served on a silver plate
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| A competition that will last until the silent one will speak
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| So this is it, is this the century sun?
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| Mother of destruction, please let me be the one to know
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| Father of my pure aggression, don’t cut the way where I will go |