From a crack on my sealed window enters a ray of light
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It falls down at the foot end of the bed
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that I'm not going to leave (any more)
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I curse you morning light, spot on my solitude
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No one here to mourn with me the loss of hope in this life
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The light that brings the day reminds me that I'm dead
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I want to break out, I want to be free
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And leave behind these chains that keep me captive
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My life a ruin, it has ruined me
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I smell my soul rotting; it fades away with the years
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O bastard life, for too long you fooled me
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You made me believe that you are worth to live
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A growing fury, a growing pain
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enveloped my soul, paralysed my heart
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love is a lie, hope is a morbid joke
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every day the same old song
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I want to break free from this vicious circle
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To hear some words of comfort, to breathe some joy
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I have passed the point of no return since long:
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The gravity of this black hole is too strong
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Look at me, disappearing within its darkness
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My God, it hurts more than I could possibly imagine!
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I must cope with the emptiness
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Which has weaved its web around my soul
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I've sunk in the abyss of desperation
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And yet I'm here, a fool among the fools
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The hour has come...
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the angel of death looks me straight in the eyes
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like a basilisk
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He stands there staring
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with empty gaze- like an ancient statue
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and tries to break the shield
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which guards my empty soul
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But all those joyless years
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have eventually dried my tears
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drained every emotion of my well-worn body
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which slowly rots and disintegrates
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The angel smells the stench of slow death
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disgusted, he disappears into the night
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I cut my flesh with my broken nails
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enjoy the fluid of life flowing
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The cancer has left my heart
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and yet I'm more than ever dead...
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Curse The Morning Light
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| Pantheist |
