My Church
Between old blood and tyrants
Deeper in the silence
I found the balance.
Music fills my soul
I've lost all control
I'm not half, I'm whole.
This music is my church
The end of my search
No more research.
The artist is my priest
And god is just another beast
That partook in this feast,
Deeper in the silence
I'm listening to the sirens
Between old blood and tyrants.
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