In the same place
the silence lasts whole
little dirt and this skeleton heart
I try to decipher
what everyone asked
and that they never found
Little does he know he, that you want to fill
he who stops waiting finds little more than that
where will I really be?
and I enter into disenchantment
the cry for the saints
I let myself wake up in reality
Slow time lack of memories
I think about the past
I live from what I have achieved
I have everything, except what I want
and if it hurts me
it is better to live in vain
victims of heaven
I have guilt between my bones
make me the law of ice
that I am capable of seeing it
and mixing with the sun
Little does he know, that you want to fill
He who stops waiting finds little really?
and I enter into disenchantment
the cry for the saints
I let myself wake up in reality
I see what I have
I look for more than that
Where will I be in reality?
and I enter into disenchantment
the cry for the saints
I let myself wake up in reality

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