I´ve been searching some answers concealed in my heart The spirit within I´ve been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle But have found none So I need a deeper dive…
With the screws on my lips I am falling down Into the king´s sea
Feel the rope winding in me And feel the touch Of oblivion Now I´m floating
There is no way out, diving deeper down In my memories All the losses and all the minor joys With affectation
This rope around me tightens again And I wonder who I really am Who I really am?
The third day, the magical A way to believe I´m born again The third day, the magical A way to believe I´m born again
Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep In my own whirlpool And the fear of sobering up Is lurking around
But the rope around me tightens again And I wonder who I really am Who I really am?
The third day, the magical A way to believe I´m born again The third day, the magical A way to believe I´m born again |
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