Day´s sunlight scorches me
Burns my pale skin
Flames, that is what scares me
And yet I oftentimes meet them
On my journey to the centre of the earth
Can you see the whisper
Can you hear the Judge
Coming down with you
And I don´t know anymore –
If it´s me or Us
Dead voices within me
And even if I choose not to listen,
sometimes I cannot stop hearing them
Properly
Discarded senses, what have I done –
To me, to you, to – us
Behold, there´s light
We must go
Burns my pale skin
Flames, that is what scares me
And yet I oftentimes meet them
On my journey to the centre of the earth
Can you see the whisper
Can you hear the Judge
Coming down with you
And I don´t know anymore –
If it´s me or Us
Dead voices within me
And even if I choose not to listen,
sometimes I cannot stop hearing them
Properly
Discarded senses, what have I done –
To me, to you, to – us
Behold, there´s light
We must go
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