[J. Fopp / last verse: M. Baumhauer]
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A burning bridge in the wake of silence
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Crossing the rivers of liquid ice
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The spiral virtue sentenced with the virus
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Led by temptation and the echoing words
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A final reflection the firestarter's on the run
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Playing hide and seek inside this maze of oblivion
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A vultures' feast on the doorsteps to serenity
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Tiny streams of magma dripping through the shallow graves
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Gifted with the pawns of nothingness
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The void's embrace a fatal delight
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A leaden fly on the way to the moon
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On the rise yet drowning
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Entangled in this infinite trawl
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Floating the deserted oceans
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Sanctified is this irregular quest
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And I dream of dying
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Alone I wait for my bride
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Now I cannot explain
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These words of pain
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To you my dying friend
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Float
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| Mirror Of Deception |
