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Lone

Lonely faces, hasty treads

Inside the bubble of own nightmares

A horror of existance

Is choked and covered with opiate

Of the masses

The house of God burned to ashes

Wailing colours

I'll paint them black

I'll try, but it's hard to break the frontier

Between sleep and dream

Without the usage of opiate

Of the masses

The house of God burned to ashes

Lonely face, hasty tread

I wish I would blossom at night

My own flesh, miss the sun, painted black,

But at least, it's not covered with opiate

Of the masses

The house of God burned to ashes