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Souvenirs of the rain, prophecy of shame



Dead Letter
My eyes filled with water that no one can drink
Despair made of laughter on my knees I sink
I hold in my hands what my life has forsaken
I keep in my heart what's already been taken

Beneath my subconscious a lake of my sorrow
I live for today and I fear my tomorrow
Blood flows down in rivers for 23 years
The wind in my face can't dry all my tears

Come with me
You have nothing to lose
So calm down here
I'll sleep for a while

Declare us the war, we have all been forgiven
Be thankful my friend for all you've been given
Day in and day out they will feed you with poison
One day you wake up and give way to their thoughts

This is the violence I brought here to you
This is the life that I sacrificed
This is the morning without a day after
This is the silence that never breaks...

Through to you


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8:01 PM


Aidin, somehow, is a real legal guy, and nothing more, and nothing less.