The blackout background for about 5 minutes,
You hold those pain, and let me blow it,
The candles, arranged perfectly in the desk,
The only thing I hear is my heart drum.
It's a great encore nevertheless,
The mass crowd talking, I hear only silence,
There is no wisdom left anymore,
I walk in guilt, shame and abuse.
I feel dirty, and you are so pure.
You hold those pain, and let me blow it,
The candles, arranged perfectly in the desk,
The only thing I hear is my heart drum.
It's a great encore nevertheless,
The mass crowd talking, I hear only silence,
There is no wisdom left anymore,
I walk in guilt, shame and abuse.
I feel dirty, and you are so pure.
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