the sense required is all too vague
within my faculties, building me
this awesome presence longs to see
the times i have fallen
the times i have failed
and i have never seen my hands
and i could not walk away
two worlds´re the same tomorrow
suntil i must not complain
the sense acquired is all too grave
with less than one percent left in me
this awesome prison locked & sealed
for times i have borrowed, for times i have failed
and i have never seen my hands
and i could not walk away
two worlds´re the same tomorrow
suntil i must not complain
and i have never seen my hands
and i could not walk away
two worlds´re the same tomorrow
suntil i must not complain
and i have never heard a whisper
and i would never speak of pain
two worlds´re the same tomorrow
to all i seem inane
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