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I am imprisoned in the stupid town.
Obsessed of rage I start to suck my fingers.
Malicious cars and pavements pull me down
With frowned expressions - straight to the abyss.
And there’s a chaos, clatter, bloody roar. ...
Obsessed of rage I start to suck my fingers.
Malicious cars and pavements pull me down
With frowned expressions - straight to the abyss.
And there’s a chaos, clatter, bloody roar. ...
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3
Look for me inside you
Search my face behind you
Don’t be afraid of the truth!
Look for me in the mirror
Where you’ll see my hair silver ...
Search my face behind you
Don’t be afraid of the truth!
Look for me in the mirror
Where you’ll see my hair silver ...
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Nothing
but a whimsical and nowhere bound play with the melody of words.
A gentle wind(ow) whispers in despair
That losing you could only be compared
To losing sight of all the joyful streets ...
but a whimsical and nowhere bound play with the melody of words.
A gentle wind(ow) whispers in despair
That losing you could only be compared
To losing sight of all the joyful streets ...
1309
6
A Choice
(in broken English, the only in my possession...)
I chose to fight with darkness,
in blood and eyes, and thoughts - no end.
I chose to keep my essence, ...
(in broken English, the only in my possession...)
I chose to fight with darkness,
in blood and eyes, and thoughts - no end.
I chose to keep my essence, ...
1826
2
I breathe, but I don't feel alive.
I cry and my tears are cold.
I die, but you can't see my blood.
Evil demons eat me inside.
I'm so ashamed. ...
I cry and my tears are cold.
I die, but you can't see my blood.
Evil demons eat me inside.
I'm so ashamed. ...
1021
1
Requiem for today
The shirt of a beggar
is worn out and muddy.
The rain is transparent.
It’s raining since Sunday. ...
The shirt of a beggar
is worn out and muddy.
The rain is transparent.
It’s raining since Sunday. ...
911
3
A single tear in your eyes
Is dried before the dropping down the ground.
Oh, tell me why your soul is paralyzed
When knifes are cutting it without a sound?
Don’t tell me why it hurts, just cry. ...
Is dried before the dropping down the ground.
Oh, tell me why your soul is paralyzed
When knifes are cutting it without a sound?
Don’t tell me why it hurts, just cry. ...
1288
2
I can't stop fall, betrayed from my mind.
I'm trying hard with my all, not to be blind.
I'm tired to feel like this - so fooled, so lost.
I know there's something I miss,
but sometimes you gotta get crossed. ...
I'm trying hard with my all, not to be blind.
I'm tired to feel like this - so fooled, so lost.
I know there's something I miss,
but sometimes you gotta get crossed. ...
1097
2
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