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When the bliss of salvation has come,

I don’t mind silence and my fear is gone.

It’s the chemical way to serenity,

it’s faith versus science.

Who fears the ticking of the clock

when centuries are passing in seconds?

Black is the color of my past,

a product of society’s abuse.

Come and take me off

my daily dose of pain.

Take me off and shelter me

from this static nothing.

You’re the antidote

for solitude injected in my veins.

May the touch of your hand

forever be my therapy.

I need your voice to fill the void,

a lullaby to sooth my rejection.

Pure disinfection of the heart

before this silence tears my soul apart.

Come and take me off

my daily dose of pain.

Take me off and shelter me

from this static nothing.

You’re the antidote

for solitude injected in my veins.

May the touch of your hand

forever be my therapy.

I walk alone on the path

of self-extinction,

with all these chains

to pull me down.

Come at night,

luminate my inner chambers.

And leave the light on when you go,

please don’t go...

Please don't go!

Come and take me off

my daily dose of pain.

Take me off and shelter me

from this static nothing.

You’re the antidote

for solitude injected in my veins.

May the touch of your hand

forever be my therapy.

Take me off my daily dose...

Come and take me off

my daily dose of pain.

Take me off and shelter me

from this static nothing.

You’re the antidote

for solitude injected in my veins.

May the touch of your hand

forever be my therapy.