Set against these hardest hours Anger paled, for in this fear the theft of privacy We all see it break sometimes see it tear us apart that which left behind screams out loud this night So much is asked in silence Except not and you´ll find Thousand miles from the nearest truth Rotating, Entangled - I continue not to heal
Another No-Night waits its turn So I call upon My freecard To postpone
If time was one with many faces Which one would call to me? Where all our paths in one now end That with the power to gather the mislead now will lead them all astray So push it ever further To unsuspecting dark Build that second layer For the hours to take fast
A rest from the giving Like a heart between beats Greater than the need for community The need for the right solitude Come to know
that outrage is inevitable Though many try, an escape is unsuccessful In the midst of a nerve-night The victim of soulkill True self is mere toture Death rides these nerves
Another No-Night waits its turn So I call upon My freecard To postpone
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Copy to Clipboard: Set against these hardest hours Anger paled, for in this fear the theft of privacy We all see it break sometimes see it tear us apart that which left behind screams out loud this night So much is asked in silence Except not and you´ll find Thousand miles from the nearest truth Rotating, Entangled - I continue not to heal
Another No-Night waits its turn So I call upon My freecard To postpone
If time was one with many faces Which one would call to me? Where all our paths in one now end That with the power to gather the mislead now will lead them all astray So push it ever further To unsuspecting dark Build that second layer For the hours to take fast
A rest from the giving Like a heart between beats Greater than the need for community The need for the right solitude Come to know
that outrage is inevitable Though many try, an escape is unsuccessful In the midst of a nerve-night The victim of soulkill True self is mere toture Death rides these nerves
Another No-Night waits its turn So I call upon My freecard To postpone
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