| With the blade in my heart I’m stumbling
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| I’m melting into the ground
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| While the walls around are crumbling
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| I don’t want to rest ‘til I’m found
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| Fighting against emptiness and confidence inside of me And a broken mirror shows me what I am supposed to see
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| And I thought I’m crying tears, but blood is pouring down from my eyes
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| But no matter how I feel I can’t respond to their lies
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| I don’t need these souvenirs to remind me of the bygone time
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| And however much I try to forget
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| I can’t get rid of their grime
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| (I hold my breath)
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| I can’t get rid of their grime
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| (I hold my breath)
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| And the weights on my feet drag me Down to the bottom of the sea
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| But it looks so peaceful here and I can’t speak to raise a plea
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| Everything I tried to see and to find again and to undo my faults
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| Was never worth the strain, there’s nothing left I could exault
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| And I thought about dying safely, but as always there’s no guarantee
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| Whatever they say I still deny and disagree
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| The words and sentiments
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| And I’m still standing in-between
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| But my innermost thoughts remain unseen
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| So I question a new prospect and I’ll leave it all this time
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| With all doubts and dissent in my head
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| I’m waiting — waiting for the day to end
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| So I question a new prospect and I’ll leave it all this time
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| With all doubts and dissent in my head
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| I’m waiting — waiting for the day to end
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| And the storm was silent thunder
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| Poison runs through my veins
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| Don’t need another aching wonder
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| I’m already almost slain
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| Dismissing the consequences and one-way chances, ‘cause it’s not good
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| Some call it fate, some always say they feel misunderstood
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| And I know I cry no tears, ‘cause blood is pouring down from my eyes
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| But you’ll never guess my thoughts, you can’t see through my disguise
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| I don’t need more injuries to remind me of a former life
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| You cannot stop me anymore, however much you strive
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| So I question a new prospect and I’ll leave it all this time
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| With all doubts and dissent in my head
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| I’m waiting — waiting for the day to end
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| So I question a new prospect and I’ll leave it all this time
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| With all doubts and dissent in my head
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| I’m waiting — waiting for the day to end |