growling in this side
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it couldn't be so real
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to believe that in our small and stacked lives
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our left time is running still
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mechanichell
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for us is set beyond the black white line
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infernal grief in heaven
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not a switch
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caught aside a narrow cold trip
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I feel my life became an old set
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where I can see the gears dance
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I know my life became an old set
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wheels dance and we take their step
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months are days in this set
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we'll never see again mother earth
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we are just cogwheels, no hero
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the part that grinds reverse
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in course of time, we are the rust
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beyond the black white line
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infernal grief in heaven
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don't live twice
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the resurrection comes
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destroy the life for your time
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your time
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Mechanichell
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| Disarmonia Mundi |
