Feel how it taste, the scraps of the thorns developes the blood that
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is flowing without a prevent, down, all the way down until itą„s
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reaching the groundFeel the taste of the pain who is laughing you
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in the face exactly like you have done, in a now looking far away
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timeFeel how it draws you to the ground how it passage your
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whole situation, the thought feel unreal but yet close, what drives
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you ? holding you up?
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What comes to you...the situation is inevitable, you falling in
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the so often safe surrounding, you are thrown around in the
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darkness where no one seems to care-Who am i? The question is
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an echoe that going round, you doną„t know ? is there a me? The
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nightmare becomes reality everything is dark ? you take a shape of
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a ghost you doną„t know, hiding behind the mask that is choking
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you, the blood starts to flow the thorns are reminding, you stapple
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around and fall in the shadows where you are alone and empty.
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Can no one see? Can no one see? ? I fall down in the deep tunnel
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there nothing is like me. Can no one see? Can no one see? ? Feel
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how it draws you to the ground how it passage your week
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self esteemCan no one see ? ią„m obscurity, Can no one see ? the
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retribution thru me?
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The thought is unreal but yet close, my only way ? drink the wine,
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face the blood, qouncer myself.Lost in my thought, Lost in my
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body, feeling the thorns, reminding the pain.I feel how it draws
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me to the ground, how it passage my whole situation, the thought
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feel unreal but yet close, what drives me holding me up?
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Once more the shadows of night have darkened my existence, but
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somewhere in my in blackened unpleased mind I have a small
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beginning of a remembrance, like an unreadable note from a long
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time ago that still is valid.
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When the shape is forming I know there will be something more -
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I know..At the mirror of my soul ? many times I'm convinced ? all
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concepts have lost their meaning, when the situation is inevitable
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and I'm falling down in the so often safe surrounding.
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When the question is an echo that going round and I don't know
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is there a me?I have my remembrance reminding me that I know;
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yes I know there will be something more a new morning -
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the everlasting the fullfilled
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Painful Mind Contradiction
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| Crimson Moonlight |
