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Woorden: Lets Grow. Disease Of Modern Times. Immortal Death.


I found a spark that cuts the rope
That makes me see when I fall
All fears I had, now are gone
This life of mine is what I own

Squeeze it, drown it, set me free
Just kill death's immortality
But something's wrong
Not all are dead, yet one is born
A twitch that all creatures know
Now shakes my every bone

I found the shadow that tightens the rope
It comes to me when I'm alone
A thought like a knife,right through my heart
This life of mine is all I knowA feeling, killing me to live
One fear that can't be killed
I cannot run, not even hide
I have to learn to let it in

(Thanks to Milica for these lyrics)
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