The famished art of living
Brokenflow
Feel the cold
Darkest days, restless life
Only want to kill the pain inside
Good to me, kiss the silence
Face to face, renewal and rebirth
All the things i feel
So confused and so intense
All these things i need
Fading away
Rise
Find myself, once again
Building bases on the slippery mud
Corrosive, imperfect
Not like you but better anyway
We walk on the thin line of decadence
And self-importance
Playing with hope, trust, loyalty
In search of a rotten dream
We are the rotten dream
Can you see my world
Buried by this cloack of pain?
Now the feeling grows
It´s out of control
Grow, grow
Rise, see no more
Rise, hear no more
Rise, speak no more
Rise, rise
I need you now to believe
This feeling must be wrong
I need a reason to resist
Nothing´s clear
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