Из альбома: Poetry of the Ill-Minded

Curses are written
On a different plane
Mixed with acid
And what becomes
Of that riddle
Is a whole another story
Altogether
How beautifully
The frozen flowers shatter
As fragile as life
If you think about it too much
You fall into a bottomless pit
And just keep on falling
Eternally
As the sun rises the shadows flee
But they flee not the light
I can baptize you into a better being
But you must give up the old
A treasure that will destroy you
But before that you are god
Which side of the mirror
You stand on If you stare into the limbo
Turn your eyes away
The truth is somewhere else
To be found
Even the strongest chain snaps
But not to break
But to set free
(I can baptize you into a better being)
(But you must give up the old)
(A treasure that will destroy you)
(But before that you are god)

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