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Let it live. Let it Die. Let it live on. Let it Kill.
Only reality is lit.
My skin is no more then a shield.
But I will not be frightened
I will simply turn my cheak
For this cold December day, the candle will keep me warm
But my naked body needs more then a singel candle
And the shame is all around me
The dirty cloth washes me clean
And all bones is showing
Your voice is tempting me. You are my head again
But do not come crying
Because then all you will ever see is...
And when the wind blows another way...you may catch a glimps of my face
But with my strength, it will rarely happen
I can feel it move all over my body
My faith can never betray me, for I am my religion
Look in my eyes and see the calm...
...because it's no longer there...
...and your lies crave my screams
I now hide
But the light find me always
For that my Achilles' heel is wounded and can never be what it was. My reach for speech is to far when I am close to you. My Nameless Disease, for that is what you are and you will always be the same.
Only reality is lit.
My skin is no more then a shield.
But I will not be frightened
I will simply turn my cheak
For this cold December day, the candle will keep me warm
But my naked body needs
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