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In my oppressive way
the dreams are so distant.
Tormented, this is my tone.
I ride the cold street,
black smog invade my distant eyes.
Grass threads on your hair,
remember me distant landscapes.
Now the skin it's to old.
My senses can't reborn.
As a river we are going in indefinite point.
We march over the gray line,
this is the border of nothing,
the only light is the gray light.
Can I live this feeling?
Can you die for this feeling?
Only enslaved from the unreal colours!
We hate, we trust, we are gray.
Nothing now it's human,
sounds, perfumes, memories,
all dragged in unique purpose;
Cancel the light!

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