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Lone
Lonely faces, hasty treads
Inside the bubble of own nightmares
A horror of existance
Is choked and covered with opiate
Of the masses
The house of God burned to ashes

Wailing colours
I'll paint them black
I'll try, but it's hard to break the frontier
Between sleep and dream
Without the usage of opiate
Of the masses
The house of God burned to ashes

Lonely face, hasty tread
I wish I would blossom at night
My own flesh, miss the sun, painted black,
But at least, it's not covered with opiate
Of the masses
The house of God burned to ashes

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