Under the stairs he's waiting the day
And he founds out the horrible truth
He imagines the world made of clothes and behaviors
Particular kingdom availed on heart
In the ware filled of the anger
Under the shoes of thousand roads
The story of a man compeld to travel
Immune wild, there's the evil in his lips
Last mask left me alone
horrid train of death
I leave the woman who tare my last face
last mask has naked me
murdered by your presence
you leave me memory of clothes
last straight and narrow path
He's reeling again on the top stairs
He tries to reach his old hiding place
In the ware filled of the anger
Under the shoes of thousand roads
Last mask left me alone
horrid train of death
I leave the woman who tare my last face
last mask has naked me
murdered by your presence
you leave me memory of clothes
last straight and narrow road
She's appering me now suddenly
With rare and appropriated clothes
The magical colours of a new face
I challenge every sentence about my name
In the ware filled of the anger
Under the shoes of thousand roads
The story of a man compeld to travel
Immune wild, there's the evil in his lips
Last mask left me alone
horrid train of death
I leave the woman who tare my last face
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