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They caught us near the street, like deer that takes refuge to the dark. |
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Always in our backs they snapped us in our weakest moments. |
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With broken legs you can’t run that far, they’ll obtain you fast, |
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and take aware to hear what they mean, cause usually they speak with knives |
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They speak with knives! |
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Voices sounding like an empty orchestra that plays the soundtrack of our lies, |
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every single note they bow or wind feels like a thorn in skin. |
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In the end this journey was anything else but successful, one bridge too far, |
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we searched for freedom and found nothing but a cold tomb! |
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At least we found nothing but a cold tomb! |
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To narrate retroperspectively, |
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I never thought this trip could end up in chains, |
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somehow we always thought, |
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that we’d be the arsonists that will set the world on fire! |
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And once again I’m calling the rain, to wash away this dry fields of grief, |
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to wash away my bones and all I’ve ever feared. |
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Everything I know for sure is that time’s a mirror itself, |
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Somewhere along the way also the good times have to come to an end. |
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Outside these walls I can see how night divides the day, |
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and as the dawn falls I remember: Death always remained more perfect than life. |
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After a while they screamed: |
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Give ‘em blades to dig up their own graves! |
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The dawn marked their beginning, the dawn marks the end. |
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Give ‘em rope! |
