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Cry or die
I can't see anymore
Feeling just this fire, so cold
Something born from the anger, cuts so stong
I'm like a fly in the web of a spider
Let the red curtain fall
In your mouth there are no words
Just snakes and corpses
On your dress of hate
The perfume of death
You're exacting the truth in sacrifice
Your law is the only liar
A real curtain on my eyes...
So alone, with my inner world
I wanna shirk this weakness, so old
Something born from the anger, hurts so strong
I'm like a spy in the brain of your madness
Let the red curtain fall
In your moputh there are no words
Just snakes and corpses
On your dress of hate
The perfume of death
You're exacting the truth in sacrifice
Your law is the only liar
A real curtain on my eyes...
Your desperation, you're desperation
Your desperation, you're desperation
Now we walk around a place made of bodies and bones
And we try to get the best from this heaven
That always twist in hell
Oh will heaven appear
I want to know where heaven appears
Cause I cannot heal your fears, I cannot heal your fears...
No I cannot... Hear me talk
Hear me...
You're so proud of me, you're so proud of me
proud of me
Your desperation, you're desperation
Your desperation, you're desperation
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