Undressed of all the childish dreams, On destiny's cruel arms I float, Gave myself up, followed the streams, I used my empty soul as boat.
I chose to burn the hope and light, And trade the kindness for a spell, To reinvent the sense of "right"- While bathing in a flame from hell.
I hold more power than I can. And waste some in the name of sin- Whilst I should eat the root of man, To stop the orgy of the brain within.
Covered by a thick shell of lies, And acting as there is no "Then", All of my inner becomes ice… When out is flaming as it's born again.
How long will this be possible to last? Shouldn’t the sky throw me away? As like the vain angel from past Punish my life to be as a cliché.
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