| Standing at the abyss another path’s ending down here.
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| Still I bear the storm inside blurring my eyes.
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| Banishing the farewell-cut, deep in my heart with the fear
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| of another black cruel decision of life.
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| Now I feel the pain of the ripping wound that never heals.
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| Gimme water, I throw the needle away.
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| Do I have to pay this price that old absess reveals?
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| Take the time to have a rethink bout my days.
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| No!
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| You are afraid, it is too late.
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| There is no time to win your life.
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| And what remains flows in your veins.
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| Come closer yeah — I am the fight.
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| When the light is breaking through my disease
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| dark ones are gaining their heir.
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| Turning winds are hearing your silent scream.
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| My love and lack of despair.
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| I have been the one who was drowning in this lake of tears.
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| Now I have the last time to borrow advice.
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| Starring at the crossroad of life-history of my fears.
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| I’ll be on my way when the flame becomes ice.
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| No!
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| You are afraid, it is too late.
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| There is no time to win your life.
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| And what remains flows in your veins.
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| Come closer yeah — I am the fight.
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| When the light is breaking through my disease
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| dark ones are gaining their heir.
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| Turning winds are hearing your silent scream.
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| My love and lack of despair.
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| And I will return from death and your emptiness.
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| Crowbars are crumbling the gate.
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| Cross the lines, another red shining vein
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| clipping my black wings of hate. |