Run my spirit,
Just go and hide.
Cause there isn't,
Much more inside.
It crumbles down,
Against our will.
What's left bring us,
A deadly chill.
And in the end,
There is nothing.
As we find out,
It's not bluffing.
An empty death,
Won't silence me.
Cause in your heart,
I'll always be.
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