our existence - a photograph the time - like slow-motion on the history we've been taught we are living the results of a lie have been changed and changed and we keep their lie alive to kiss the ring on the finger which turned your existence to hell
and while the cold wind blows we wonder why we feel so alone but we're always asking those for help who constantly kept us away from the truth
don't close your eyes anymore don't cover your ears anymore don't shut your mouth anymore don't close your mind anymore
our existence - a photograph the time - like slow-motion on the history we've been taught we are living the results of a lie have been changed and changed and we keep their lie alive to kiss the ring on the finger which turned your existence to hell
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