I woke up from a driven coma
Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear
Ghosts with bruised bodies
Faces obscure and sting
Who don't know anything about themselves
The night annihilated what they built during the day
Daylight promotes the weary comedy of courtesy
With the favour of darkness the heroin of denial comes
Flowers in fire
Torturing visions
Withdrawal of anguishes
Blood-soaked wadding
Flowers in fire
Torturing visions
Around me bewildered glances
Stunned by fear
I was guided by your scent, toward enchanting climes
A speedy fire ran my veins and knocked at my heart
My brain is bleeding, pierced by surgical tool
Raped and slaughtered to make me feel good
Flowers in fire
Torturing visions
Withdrawal of anguishes
Blood-soaked wadding
Flowers in fire
Torturing visions
Around me bewildered glances
Stunned by fear
I refused to modify my genealogical inheritance
'Cause I was afraid the mirror would have ceased to shine
Stiff and pitifully unsatisfied by existence
Awfully crucified to life
I woke up from a driven coma, it was necessary
Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear
Ghosts with bruised bodies
Faces obscure and sting
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