Blood, that rushes blindly through veins
That makes us keep things in mind
About this cruel game
Which we keep on playing with time
Hoping that nothing
Will take the breath off our lips
Will make us dwell in the fire
Of the unthinkable deeds
That we gave life
Deeds that we gave life keep on haunting
Keep on haunting to the sounds of us turning
Into plain dust
Life, the thing that makes us rewind
The thousands curses in mind
That still are waiting to be cried out loud
Following the spiral
Leading into nothing
Looking for the answers
Getting only questions instead
Racing further down
To expand the knowledge
Giving glimpse of reason
shaded by the curtain of the
Dead light's bleak blinds the eye
Set to see afterlife
Giving hope for a man to live on eternal
See the real marvel of life
When all common sense gets left further behind
Take the next breath as your last
The closer to death the more you feel alive
And go under when it's time
We get scared by the feeling
Of being clay figures that turn into ash when they die
So give us a reason for living, for striving, for breathing, for dying
For fighting, for hating, for trying to win time
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