Now the world goes round and round

my eyes keep the fear

the pages of fate over the floor

There are shadows that talk to us

they say softly that we've the shadows

Wisper night and day os sins

There are winds that cut

Tear us apart

Decipher Us

They see in our flesh

Insecurity

Sand escaping throught my fingers

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I'm ypur little soldier , without wars

I'm destiny of cables that are born from the roof

My blood is sucked and spat in the veins

The pages of fate over the floor

Oh gog, help this poor child

You've already used your child once.... remember?

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