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Searching for morninglight in darkened rooms
spreading out fears on slices of toasted nerves
Synaptic prophets are screaming forth their dooms
in the end, one always gets what one deserves
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What will they find,
when they enter my mind?
What will they find?
Nothing at all!
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Play your games, little children
Play them laughing
Play them shouting
Play them free and everlasting
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Writing out your soul to a silent crowd
Selling your wings for a smile or a kind word
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My life should have been a car ride
in the passenger's seat you can watch
memories pass by like streetlights
glowing amber through the morning mist
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We are sailing the night sky
trying to recall
where we come from
why we're here at all
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There is no place
For madness
Among the Shadows
Light may lure me
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You withdrew from me
like a crimson thread of fiery pain
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Starlit night outside your window
luminance inside your hall
You stand alone, your sad eyes watching
the twisted mirrors of your soul
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Inside the citadel of ice
winds moan with memories of dread
In every hallway ghostly eyes
shed silent tears to mourn the dead
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Time there was but
no more not ever
again to reminisce upon the lost
soul screaming in a wasteland of memory
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And in that raging silence
when the starlight has been dimmed
and only memories remain
within our hearts to guide us.
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רסיסי אהבה ביקשת
כאילו שכל כך פשוט לתת אפילו רסיסים
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אל הארכיון האישי (2 יצירות מאורכבות)
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יש לי פיל קטן
במכנסיים.
(ג'ונסון
משוויץ) |
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