| Denial pushes life aside, the lying appears
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| The violence wakes up and life itself collapses
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| How, how long
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| Tell me, what do I know, what do I see, sensing my defeat
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| Your fragment poisoned, all my needs, still I am unable to reach
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| There is nothing underneath it, below
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| Reluctantly all eyes are closed, surrounded by the dead tongues' worst home
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| Tell me now, tell me, tell me, what do I feel?
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| They will only speak of your drowning light
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| Tell me what do I need, what do I feel, what do I see?
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| Decisions tumbling in my blood
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| Decision, confession, make propositions
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| Boredom is the decision, and a confession, voices make proposition
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| Life was so full of joy and context, now it’s disappeared
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| Maybe I strolled right into it, mistakes do often occur
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| There is nothing underneath it, below
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| Reluctantly all eyes are closed, surrounded by the dead tongues' worst home
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| Tell me now, tell me, tell me, what do I feel?
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| They will only speak of your drowning light
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| Tell me what do I need, what do I feel, what do I see?
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| Decisions tumbling in my blood |