I have been searching some answers concealed in my heart The spirit within I have been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle But have found none So I need a deeper dive: With the screws on my lips Imfalling down Into the kings sea Feel the rope winding in me And feel the touch Of oblivion Now Imfloating There is no way out, diving deeper down In my memories All the losses and all the minor joys With affectation This rope around me tightens again And I wonder who I really am Who I really am? The third day, the magical A way to believe Imborn again The third day, the magical A way to believe Imborn again Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep In my own whirlpool And the fear of sobering up Is lurking around But the rope around me tightens again And I wonder who I really am Who I really am? The third day, the magical A way to believe Imborn again The third day, the magical A way to believe Imborn again
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