Before the dust falls down The fury turns to peace A figure stoops under weight of the crown Looking for target to spread deadly disease There's
The wind brings the news that the new one arrives The night shed a tear driven to despair The fate does not belong to him anymore He must take part
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Gust of wind on my face as I strut Dust in throat mile by mile Everlasting wanderer Doomed to the eternal exile Running blindly to the goal That
Come for more you hungry one With drooped head you reach for more Eagerness to satisfy your primitive senses The stream of information turned into
surgical precision My mystery Obscure as much as my sins I made the most of the chance So I leave you my inheritance
Shake yourself free from torpidity Rub your eyes to see the nearness of insanity Lightless corridors too winding for the goal to be seen Walls imbued
Balancing on the edge of a dream Unfamiliar faces passing me by when I'm tottering Behind the wooden door the smell of dust and mould In the shade
In the shade of skyscrapers Live the children of crisis Their minds are absorptive Fed with empty promises Catch the falling knife In captivity
