Hidden in the restless dream I fight with terror
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Dried heart dies ina atorment of fast beasts
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I sew my faded pupils up with thick threads of subconscious
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For I sense that my enemy prepares the cruelest of blades
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My hollow look, so tired of suffring
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Begs for a ray of sun into the blackness of tear-shaped box
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But hysterical prayers raised to the old God
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Are just a frightful groan in the valley of shadows
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Every motion, every thought deals a dull pain to my senses
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Tiredness keeps me in the mental trance
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Irritated with trifle I lost desire for singing
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Singing, which used to take you to the land of dreams
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I balance on the verge of ma imaginated world
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World of possessiveness, world of pain, world of loneliness
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I wish to scream, but my voice gets stuk in moans
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I am nobody, a dust of nothingness drifting in void
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I am the sinner ? the cause of failures
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I am the burden ? the waste of humankind
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I am the cripple ? my own parasite
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I will be the messiah
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The liberator of souls
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Beware of me, the army of common martyrs
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Waiting for the ritual nailing to cross
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Under the mask of disease you recognize my dear face
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You reach your small trusting hand out to the memories
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So vivid now, here, embraced by soothing feelings
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But this tenderness is the arms of sick mercy
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Beware of me, the army of common desperados
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For on the bayonets of love you will find only death
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Anhedonia Society
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| Vedonist |
