| The path we have to walk through our surreal existence
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| Is never what it ever should be
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| There’s freedom just in our believe
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| Directions are predetermined
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| By ubiquitous inner forces
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| We are just led by essential urges
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| Through so called love, hate or grief
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| Our freedom is just a lie
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| Independent we’ll never be
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| Desire’s always below our view
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| True reality will never be — We’re tangled
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| In the strings of death and sexuality
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| Enslaved is our mind it’s weaken our sanity
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| We’re strayed from the domain
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| Out of wishes and out of fear
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| So we’re altering the truth
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| The reason’s out of gear
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| Between the urges eternally enslaved
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| Addicted to the pleasures of the flesh
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| Our mind is much too weak for resistance
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| Thanatos and Eros rule supreme
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| In this afflicted carnal existence
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| To cleanse your mind is just a senseless trail
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| I’m sure that we’ll never reach control
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| We always try to satisfy these urges
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| And we’ll continue until we fall
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| (solo — Malte)
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| Between the urges eternally depraved
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| We’re tangled in the strings of death and sexuality
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| Enslaved is our mind, it’s weaken our sanity
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| We’re strayed from the domain
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| Out of wishes and out of fear
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| So we’re altering the truth
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| The reason’s out of gear |