Wake up! I am the truth and I'll disturb your rest tonight.
Prophetic visions on the walls are blowing,
the last exhales of life, new war is calling.
Back to the past, I'm looking beyond the visible
And living in fear.
Back to the past, the palm of my hands is corrupted by sin
Desolation fills my steps and dulls my heart,
I've just a dream left, an Eden and open arms.
All these figures I see dancing and burning,
A wicked game inside, I'm under hypnosis.
Blind my eyes, I won't give up to find
the useless things that time has buried alive.
Countdown your breathing my friend, our time is running out.
Trust in me and I'll trust in you, there's nothing more to take care about, just blood.
I've just a dream left, an Eden and open arms.
Wake up! I am the truth and I'll disturb your rest tonight.
Back to the past, the palm of my hands..
I won't repent, I won't repent.
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