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Dreams Of The One
Me or you, one of us is sick for sure, Should I still look past all of the weapons? If love or hate is coming towards me? If I always understand, where will I remain?
Chains… I won’t go insane, Won’t be a thread in the tissue game And suffer your pain!
Sounds… you can’t win the crowds, And orders were born without me, I urge to be free…
Two of us, imprisoned infectious, I’m above the world, as he looks down on me! Escaping here, the mind is the pioneer, The surface’s bars painted narrowly!
See… the ego in me, Inside is where it will be free, Undominantely…
Sounds… when bargained the crowds, True ones fell, as dreams are gone, The dreams of the One!
Hiding silent, in depths of myself, Inside the place where a dream still lives on, As a mother, a sea entire, In acid of our tears will appear. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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