| And now… I’m lying here
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| Watching in silence
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| The process, almost complete
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| This door is locked, enchanted with demise
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| And an image foreseen from the other room… Is this me?
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| The struggling to gain the throne of his own senses
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| Dressed in disguise
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| They paint him white, from head to toe
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| Oblivious to the void, its absence will apply
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| Staring, at the edge of time
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| Circulating without remorse
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| No regret for knowing too much
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| And staring at the eye of my world
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| The walls will stand tall and proud tomorrow
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| In this place where time stands still
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| Impossible to cure my image
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| Impossible to cut my will
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| Mirrors upon mirrors of my soul trapped in a maze
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| But it’s useless to express the pain
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| Room 63 is silent tonight
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| Behind the door, you can barely hear
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| Footsteps to another dream
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| From here
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| Will you hear? |