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Hanging on a cliff

Groping for something I cannot quite reach

The fall is too deep

If I let go It will take all that''s left of me

Blood colours the white

I''m mesmerised

It burns in my eyes

But if I look away I lose all that I have

My mind is turning black, it''s burning

Faces from the dark turning

Through the scorched fields I am walking

Towards the gates

Who tells the truth?

I see faces but

the words they speak are unknown to me

The crooked serpent

The distance is too wide

How can I know what''s happening on the other side

I want to let go

But then there''s no turning back

I''m kept in the dark

I stand on my grave

No one is there

There''s no name on the stone

Srepent around my neck...

The gates are still sealed

My mind is turning black, it''s burning

Faces from the dark turning

Through the scorched fields I''m walking

Towards the gates

I have the key, but it''s under my skin

Blood colours the white