This game we call fate
playing hour by hour
is played with our souls
(the ones that are not sold)
To sit and to wait
these cards on the table
is all you can do
(while begging to be safe)
Never mind what you seek
Never mind you´re now sick
Downward the spiral
And the game we call faith
fading hour by hour
once played with our souls
(the ones that are not cold)
If you try to find hope
You´ll end up going nowhere
that´s all you can do
(while hidding to be safe)
So burn down my sun
Burn down my son
Downward the spiral

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