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Sometimes disaster
is just what it takes
to open up your sleepy eyes
go outside when moring breaks

speaking of chariots
words swinging low
shadows flowing from your brush
lingering, never changing

minister of fate
declares that you're remiss
upon the lips of hate
he gives a callous kiss

Étiennne your silhouettes,
promises that turned into lies
I can't see you Étiennne
so many eyes looking at you,
stumbling through blackened woods

cold-hearted ecstasy
mistaken for love
bitter death has left behind
a treasure in my mind

I can't see you Étiennne
so many eyes looking at you,
stumbling through blackened woods

can you hear me now
in your oblivion?
may I sit with you?
maybe you'll teach me a thing or two

minister of fate
declares that you're remiss
upon the lips of hate
he gives a callous kiss
psychic whisper speak within
revealing far too much
a battle that you can not win
a face you can not touch

Étiennne your silhouettes,
promises that turned into lies
I can't see you Étiennne
so many eyes looking at you,
stumbling through blackened woods

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