My mood is like the weather
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it changes with unexpected ways
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creating a mosaic
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based on the antithesis
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of cold and warm colours
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If you could read in my eyes
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you would discover a shade of grey
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when I smile
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because even when (I am) collecting
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moments of happiness
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my mind descends in my shrine
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to pray in front of the candle of life.
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And its flesh parts are slowly melting
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slipping down like white worms.
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(The) walls around are decorated
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with nailed butterflies.
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Each one a happy thought,
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pretty but old and lifeless.
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The thirst for joy is never gratified
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only grows as pain is interrupting
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our wishes
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and "help" us learn through analphabet
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of scars.
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[Solo : Sotiris]
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Chasing The Chimera
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| Septic Flesh |
