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- Painted By Pain
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- Broken images of the conscience leaving,
Mute pictures of the inflammed memory -
That's all that I can see.
The echoes of sounds coming from the past,
Splinters of pain piercing my mind -
That's all that I can feel.
Through the rotten veins ripped out by needles
The time flew away throbing with blood,
The moments are days flying away
Disappearing in the vortex of death without any track.
Free fall in the dark gulf
Top of pleasure – by value of madness
Wings of freedom with burnt feathers
Taking rotten body far away
Salvation is strange for me now
My fantasies will stay with me
And I'll give you my soul –
Maybe you'll be satisfied now.