in transit you pass among the strangers of the world
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paying tibute to the thief who stole away your shadow
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you look into the bedrock and listen to the bells
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calling liquid lust
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call for solid white
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I see the stalker in your face
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the secrets of your skin
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I keep the wisdom that you need
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the password that you want
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I feel the stalker in your mind
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the fire in you veins
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no hope to be released
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I'm a multitude of travel to the other side
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through the broken wall I saw your fellow man
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to the west of the horizon there's a bitter world
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and if you try to sense the smell of your face
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for you found the keyhole
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but lost your backbone
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no courage left to join the march of endless time
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you saw the sleep of habit on those who walk in trance
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to their catatonic aimless lives
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so let them start the engine grinding mountain dust
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and reproduce your ego too much is not enough
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you dig holes through the earth to meet the king of worms
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to steal away his wisdom and learn to decompose
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you chant like fifty indians to charm the prince of eagles
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to learn the art of seeing and the tounge of the winds
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so don't you try to fool me for I watch your every move
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we are kindred spirits like two voices in the wild
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Stalker (Club Version)
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| Covenant |
