To Escape Death
(Indisponível)
I feel a thing in my mind,
And it's strange for me.
I feel a war in my soul,
Something to shake.
My hearth is full of a new hate,
And it's very good:
Now i'm ready
I'm breaking sugary images,
Saints, and an old world,
I'm breaking the puppet strings,
I can do it now!
To escape death, to escape death,
Running into the fear.
To be the eyes of a child,
And to reset all.
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