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- Brush with Death
The noise doesn’t let you hear,
You're in urbanization shackles.
You want to escape from the crowd, but you're in fear,
You look for an exit in darkness.
Big city noise destroys you,
Keeps you in chains.
One thing is for sure -
Now you're losing your face.
You'll ask me: “What?!”
I’ll tell you: “Yes!
Today you can
Feel the brush with death!”
Loneliness starts!
Hear yourself in an endless silence!
You're hard
To believe the death can dance
At your door.
Brush with death has opened my reason,
I have seen a picture of future,
Written with my blood on cold leaden bones.
My last day's what really matter!
If you have felt its presence,
You will never forget this feeling!
You will always feel now,
The breath of death on your face!
Loneliness starts!
Hear yourself in an endless silence!
You're hard
To believe the death can dance
At your door.
Brush with death has opened my reason,
I have seen a picture of future,
Written with my blood on cold leaden bones.
My last day's what really matter!