Everything around you
And all the things around you
Maybe you've noticed
The why of your existence
All doors are closed
And dirty hands of blood
But still a light
Can make you blind?
Behind the curtains
Something waiting for you
And there's always a surprise
And the blood on hands
Are you happy?
Or just pretend to be?
The theater of life
Tormenting me
I don't know where
To leave my heart
It stays right here
Without this pain
All doors are closed
And dirty hands of blood
But still a light
Can make you blind?
Behind the curtains
Something waiting for you
And there is always surprise
And the blood on hands

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