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These strings are a mask, my life is a task
Just a reflection from my mirrorâs point of view
Face down I stare at the ground
Into the eyes of my future
Cyanide on Saturday night
Some contrasts cannot be defined
A bitter-sweet melody
Come harmonize my agony
Once again I trust in you
To share with you my point of view
But it seems to me, that youâve moved on
And Iâm left here all on my own
Falling down at the speed of sound
I wanna reach to the bottom of your mind
Swim in sorrow drown in pain again
I wanna be the coldest winds
Descending on your fragile wings
Sending chills
Down your spine again
Reality will finally take its toll
Pull you under turn you cold, what a shame
Your beating heart wonât hear the call
Giving up to the eternal fall instead
I wanna reach to the highest ground
Iâll trade my soul to feel the crown on my head My own bitter requiem
Will shine on you my lonely friend
So Letâs pray