Take a seat next to thy devil.
Reach and grasp
Let me take you down, underneath this false surface
Tonight is
I am praying for the raging flood
I am waiting for
In his arms, locked in that iron grip nothing will
Oh new day. Wash my face and wipe these scars
What I have seen behind the frontline
Is what keeps me
At the end of the road where lies turn to
Traces in snow
A red line grows through and leads me
Relations are artificial; will we give it a new beginning?
Find
Empty men without regrets
Leaning against each others shoulders
Open spaces fi
Below the surface I swim
Holding my breath as I sink
Somewhere along the railway a body divided in two
Somewhere between
My days are counted get of my back.
You're forced into
"If we surrender our liberty in the name of security
All sights melt down and follow to the end of
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