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...A sick man now,
who is sick with snake venom;
A prisoner now,
who drew the hardest fate:
in his own shaft
working bent over,
hollowed into yourself,
digging at yourself,
unhelpful,
stiff,
a corpse - ,
overwhelmed by a hundred burdens,
overburdened by you,
a man of knowledge!
a self-knower!..
[F.Nietzsche]
...The person who has lost his way within himself soon notices that he has gotten into some sort of vortex with no way out gives; the thoughts and the
feelings mix in him and he stops in
despair to finally understand himself.
[S.Kierkegaard]
Now -
lonely with you,
two in your own knowledge,
between a hundred mirrors
wrong in front of yourself,
between a hundred memories
uncertain,
tired of every wound ,
cold in every frost,
strangled in one's own ropes,
Self-connoisseur!
Self-executioner!..
[F.Nietzsche]
Light's so far away from my sight
Intruding voices are filling my head
Another day or maybe another night
Is passing by taking what I have bled.
[Pre-Chorus:]
I'm roaming amongst my thoughts
I'm trying to reveal the truth
My own mind swallows me up
The truth is me.
[Chorus:]
I am a prisoner in the cell of a so called life
Blank dismay and throbbing pain in my soul made by another lie.
[Solo: Artyom]
Creeping darkness confronting my soul
Amorphous illusions unable to spawn
Same mysterious figure that I can not expose
I guess life is a thing that I do not even own.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus ]
Answers I won't be able to find
My questions sink in purifying fire
Inside the corridors of my mind
My consciousness is trapped in a corner of ire.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]

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