Sinful rain bathing this narrow square soaking my vein, infolding my stare
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Yes, they are goading me... as if shame will survive me
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An old woman's knees kissing the tiles spirits lie broken, salvation is ice
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Little by little, darkness is spreading
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I've lost all ny bearings, need some accomplice
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My behaviour is cursed, I drown in this dirt days once composed on the alert
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drowning in guilt, drowning in dirt... and still insight is far away
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In the cathedral, peeling my fear, in the cathedral, dirt even here
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athirst for comprehension, my soul can't stop it's depredation
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...as if shame will survive me
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In The Cathedral
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| Dark Reality |
