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Feel asleep to the sound of nothings
Spinning above creeps the hypocrites
heart's suspended upside down
enters and leaves persistently
If my mind could think straight
I wouldn't want to believe the conclusion
coming to my false fate

Slowburn from the inside
turn senses into spies
subterfuge is only a sign
telling the truth is the biggest lie

Approaching the crescent shaped
Early mass for the late wake
where is the 6th night
when is the internal fight?
Giving into the moon's face above
Letting loose and feeding the demon inside
By releasing the white dove

Slowburn from the inside
turn senses into spies
subterfuge is only a sign
telling the truth is the biggest lie

And it feels like pain is a way to climatise
I've seen both fire and love hell and bliss
In these eyes

Soft scratch burns into the soul
Said the prayers kissed the saviour
Heart's all cloudy
But it still beats intently
Rain falls and cools my brow
Pull away from the abyss and breath again
Who's the devil now?

Slowburn from the inside
turn senses into spies
subterfuge is only a sign
telling the truth is the biggest lie

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