And with these words you ask for justice? And do your deeds make you feel better? The sound of voices echoes deep into the touch Of my fingers, fragile, asking questions You seemed like yourself... Until you slaughtered, Until you raped these feelings, Until you couldn't tell apart, What true and what false is in your life, What dream or what reality is in your sleep. And then you see them rising Born into your sleep Rising towards your horizon Feel these Dead souls dreaming In your sleep Last night I heard you speaking, Whisper in your sleep
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