| All these hours feel like wintertime
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| Withered days, grey and cold
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| In my confinement I seek the stars
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| Princes of space, candles of God
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| I sing my song, my rhapsody
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| But in the end the words just slip away
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| I’ve lost whatever I have had
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| While the plague erased what I have once been
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| This is the first step to extinction
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| Into the void
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| Life’s last monstrosity
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| Life’s last monstrosity
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| Mental foundations just disappear
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| Elusive descent into the void
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| My destination is oblivion
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| Blindfolded angels harvesting my brittle soil
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| I sing my song, my rhapsody
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| But in the end the words just slip away
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| White noise is filling up my brain
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| My last illusions, they lose their shape
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| This is the first step to extinction
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| Into the void
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| Life’s last monstrosity
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| What I have found
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| What I have lost
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| In Purgatorio
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| Life’s play dark scenery
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| The actors veiled in grey
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| Cruel lies, brave honesty
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| Just drift away
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| This is the first step to extinction
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| Into the void
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| Life’s last monstrosity
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| What I have found
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| What I have lost
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| In Purgatorio |