The show is gonna start,
I wish I had forgotten all.
My psyche is a razor
and there is too much blood.
I perceive a white orchestra
playing inside my head.
The way walks with me.
Someone's calling
but doesn't really want me.
I won't answer
and won't turn back.
Cracked lips,
waltz through the streets.
Blind reflections,
think of the colours I can't see.
Eyes cry on their own,
the way walks with me.
My mind works on its own,
lights cry with me.
Eyes cry on their own,
the way cries with me.
My mind works on its own,
lights walk with me.
Someone's calling
but doesn't really want me.
Eyes cry on their own,
the way walks with me.
My mind works on its own,
lights cry with me.
Eyes cry on their own,
the way cries with me.
My mind works on its own,
lights walk with me.

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