| Catharsis Of A Heretic |
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| I refuse to shroud my past |
| These walls in here allows no rest |
| Tomorrow morning I’ll be dead |
| But this place will burn before the sun will drown in the ocean |
| And nothing will ever be the same again |
| Yes, you can put me to the test |
| Or you can cut my tongue at last |
| Ideas are wandering through my head |
| What if all that I never said were true? |
| And if everything that is happening were due? |
| If all these things that are happening were really due? |
