I´m living life of grey days
Where everything is fake
I´m going deep to darkness
Following your screams
How can I kiss all my faces
I´m so dimidiate
Difference of disparate matters
Can bring me to the end
I´m chained to the rock
Circling vultures are waiting for answers
You´ll never catch my soul, never catch my soul
You sound of emptiness
I´m coming to the wild, coming to the wild
As a friend of loneliness
I´ve never been prepared, never been prepared to lose this game
I´ll never leave this world, never leave this world
Without your agreement
I´m not able to revolt
Against my fate
Like a searching fool in the grass
In hope I´ll find a clover
I´m surviving in the polar night
Alone in the ice moorland
I wish I had five lives
To make my homes happier
Eaten in entrails of this age
Dreaming about 5 lives
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