These ghosts I keep inside shards of glass in my veins release me from myself, release from my duality I face these as a soldier would but useless is my war the innocence that smiles today tomorrow will bee lying Who is it that really dies when all the people look at me? And I'm twisting my fingers in my hair while a mirror reflects me Now I'm digging to the bone all the painting scratching at flesh, drives me mad to be alive and free And the ghosts I keep inside myself how do they see me? while again I'm drowning with my soul will you save me?
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