happines should not be a luxury
Night should not be a time when we cry
Regret should not be a scream of despair
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I try to find my pregnant soul
I try to find my began freedom
It is getting cold
I disappear in my inside contradiction

I just marry with the darkness and don't more wade
I fill the taste of blood I fill decay

You see in my presence mist
You see in my presence void
The traces of former faith
The traces of former voice
Dont worry, i know the way
I know how to escape
I think, i born to loose
And god bless you