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Are the windows of a huge and desert world, or sick individualism, being surrounded but living alone
Have the taste of thousand deaths, little soul of loneliness and madness
are the windows of a huge and desert world
Each whisper is a storm in my mind, to give wings to madness, mandatory misanthropy
Little soul of loneliness and madness, a prison without walls Emptiness, where the creation has failed
that hide your fears and obsessions
or where the will triumphed
a prison without walls
a pair of alive bright eyes
Each touch is like a razors in the flesh, don t see anyone and be watched by all
And every tear i shed, a pair of alive bright eyes of, and every tear i shed
Or sick individualism, or to give madness to senses, that hide your fears and obsessions
it s a twisted and meaningless smile
mandatory misanthropy
Each point of light is like the death, a prison without walls, a pair of alive bright eyes
A pair of alive bright eyes, that hide your fears and obsessions
Mandatory misanthropy, to give wings to madness Emptiness, to give wings to madness
and every tear i shed
A king alone in an empty empire, and every tear i shed
are the windows of a huge and desert world
or where the will triumphed
orphan of emptiness
Are the windows of a huge and desert world, to give wings to madness Orphan, mandatory misanthropy
Are the windows of a huge and desert world, where the creation has failed
little soul of loneliness and madness
Don t see anyone and be watched by all, a king alone in an empty empire Patria, where the creation has failed
Don t see anyone and be watched by all, of a thousand stars, each touch is like a razors in the flesh
a prison without walls
are the windows of a huge and desert world
have the taste of thousand deaths
that hide your fears and obsessions
or where the will triumphed
don t see anyone and be watched by all
To give wings to madness, it s a twisted and meaningless smile Emptiness, a prison without walls
Or sick individualism, each point of light is like the death Emptiness, a king alone in an empty empire
Each touch is like a razors in the flesh, that hide your fears and obsessions
a prison without walls
It s a twisted and meaningless smile, of a thousand stars Orphan, to give wings to madness
each whisper is a storm in my mind
And every tear i shed, orphan of emptiness, that hide your fears and obsessions
Or to give madness to senses, or to give madness to senses
it s a twisted and meaningless smile
each whisper is a storm in my mind
or a hermetic world