In the circle deep
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lost me in this gold, gold black
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a strong arm in these weak days just
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an inner wish to be forgotten...
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See, the ships are sailing
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They sail without a sea;
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And still Jesus is praising
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he speaks with no need to breathe...
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In my worlds I claim nothingness to be
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and pictures awake and grow in me.
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What is left to expect?
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Where's to go to look at?
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Gallows for sale, just follow the stench of my sweat.
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You in my mouth, did you really believe you were safed?
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'Swopped blood for blood,
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'snuffed mud for mud
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'shook hands with the boys of the underworld.
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The last in the inside of my outside
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did you really believe you were safed?
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In And For Nothing
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| Dark Millenium |
