Behind the walls I feel the scenes of ancient crimes My murderer stand in silence outside Above the bed slurring white shapes, they're watching me I can already hear how much I'm dead
As if I had the will to cross the line I'm getting on my feet, sweating cold, tearing eyes Making love with ghosts before I leave Such an intense moment of time
How long will it take? So long do I'll wait Before the angels say my name
How long will it take? So long do I'll wait Deep down the demons spread their flames
The air is pure I'm feeling strong Look at me now And describe only what your heart can see
Am I made of black, am I made of white I need to know In order to show my soul where to go
As if I had the will to cross the line I'm getting on my feet, sweating cold, tearing eyes Making love with ghosts before I leave Such an intense moment of time
I envy those who lives without their lost I should not regret I admire the suns rising over the hills
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