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True to itself
Taking the way of an old stomping ground
Sit on pew, sit on a pew
Give up anger

It doesn't mean you've given up the fight
Just that you grow up and you stop to decide
As you may know, control is an illusion

Trying to lead my mind
But I'm lost in the darkside
Trying to understand
Keep the rage, keep the strength
To be myself

No scream, no child anymore
No shouting, no sound-bites, no arm-waving
Leaving the pew, what can I do?
Restore my soul

There's nobody to fill the void left here
There's only the wind raking dead leaves
Which move inwards, to merge into
The black circles

No God down here
Just the moonbeam
What happens? it grows up in my mind
Nothing shines
I feel that I am now
In my own illusion

This is my creation
Closing my eyes I know
Closing my eyes to go
To see this new era
Where I will be
The heroe of the new world

No God down here
Just the moonbeam
What happens, it grows up in my mind
Nothing shines
I feel that I am now
in my own illusion

This is my creation
Closing my eyes I know
Closing my eyes to go
To see this new era
Where I will be
The heroe of the new world
Of the new world
The heroe of the new world

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