The night is silent
darkness is free
the truth is violent
and I can't see
The road ahead
blocked by the sharpness of pavement
all this time I was lead
my blood remains stainless
The crying endures me
time perishes as every minute passes by
at this clock, i am tired of staring
a black rose on my heart, and i can quietly die
The ground is shivering
I am looking for hell
the tunnel is distancing
from the lonely train...
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