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Not a sound
Will play your dirty soul
It would be our last lap
On the map of the world
Pain inside
Till our ways divide
Exposing fear
Only means that you cannot be strong.

I'm hidden in my cage
Walking on a razor's edge
Where deception is a game
Many people make to aim
It's dramatic flame that burns
Every creature even stones
Where salvation sets me free
And I see.

Call my name
It's up, it's up to you
Many tears are falling down
What can I do?
Call my name
And for me it's enough
The soul breaks into pieces
Of Rakhmaninov's love

Beam of light
Illuminating sight
If you don't crash all your chains
You'll never be free.
Pain inside
Till our ways divide
Exposing fear
Only means that you cannot be strong.

Rakhmaninovs Love
Flowns through my soul
Altering me, making me new