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Washed it all away, I felt so insecure as I achieved this last burn of salt in my

wounds...

Swallowing water as I choke on my words like the survivor on these endless shores.

And in reflections of white blurred sensory sensations my eyes are becoming blind.

We´re the image of the abandoned, in search of our misery!

And as my shelter in scorched buildings caves in,

it´s far better to run away...and to forget who I am!

Maybe I´m already dead but I didn´t recognized it!

(As if a ship will come!)

And sail ahead to new shores of hope...

With the debris of the shipwreck on our backs!

Tired of what will happen next, I refuse falling asleep.

Beginning the days with analyzing my uncountable nervous breakdowns.

Memorable melancholia is our companion in this journey!

And it would feel like frying in summer´s heat or freezing in winter´s cold.

With the countless days never passing by as a prisoner of time!

And the sparks of a world going down illuminate my gaze!

I fell of the arch that failed to rescue us all!

Maybe I´m already dead but I didn´t recognized it!

(As if a ship will come!)

Without you, I fell on dying days,

crimson´s dripping from my fingers...

as I wish for these shores to end!

White sands beneath blue sky!

Burn down the skies, burn down the skies!

A cut in the stream of life where the enchantment fades to grey...

Into the darkness!

And sail ahead to new shores of hopelessness...

Burn down the skies.