Our confusion lies within our emptiness.
This emptiness we felt on the verge of
being the most safe.
Yet only we found ourselves at the most
vulnerable.
We cannot let things be when they still fool with us.

Demons, trapped inside our souls, so deep buried in the ground.

We unfold, we are, and create, not until our walls are torn
and the chains of our past have burst.
Open passage, conduct of lead.
Pillars torn in discrete forfeit.
We're sacristans with our temples of lies.

We crave to lead a life beyond false cynicism and pride.
When we let go of concepts and false estimations. We
unleash our power as we unleash our true selves. Yet a lot to learn and sample. No longer will we suppress ourselves
on childhood memories.

We unfold, we are, and create, not until our walls are torn
and the chains of our past have burst.

Open passage, conduct of lead.
Pillars torn in discrete forfeit.
We're sacristans with our temple of lies.

Open passage, conduct of lead.
Pillars torn in discrete forfeit.
We're sacristans...

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