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Something Almost BuriedTorn out the flesh where the love dwells!Suffer if you believe just in an unreal dream! What do you know about this world? What do you think about this time? What do you feel, see in your life? What do you feel, see in your life? This world is depression A boiling pot of pitch This time is nothingness This life is emptiness Do you search for love? You're praying for the pain! Do you search for the love? The cure is also poison! Don't be comical, it's nothing for you What you can search on the slags of emotions? Heart bleeds Then curse your heart! Heart bleeds Then torn it out! You can search for the passion You can find the satisfaction Wait for the disappointment When you'll know affectation But love not! But love not! Don't hunt the chimera Don't search for the love It's nice to believe that The love is no dead But where lies her realm Where hearts doesn't bleed Well I've buried all sorrows in my mind Although I hated myself for believe But I can't forget I believed until the end Now I'm afraid of something that I need Suffering, ecstasy, sweetness and pain Doubts and hope, all this in one Flame, that can burn out a piece of my misanthropy Thousands names of something strange and great Something too nice, too unreal to believe Sometimes it's nice like the shining sun Then it's sad like the song of the dying swan |