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Living in the cold cellar of my brain

Little things start to love the rain

So they buy big blue top hats

Dancing every night at the beast of my heart

I've got a girl with a mechanical arm

We love to prey to the god of dawn

We love to suffer every thing we do

We talk 'til the morning of the age of moon.

A lot of mices coming from the ground

They want to take me to their town

But I politely refuse their invitation

Don't wanna wear their cold steel crown

Walking proudly with the vessel of joy

Nobody tries to make me annoy

Nobody shows real morality

I'm gonna drown in a sea of pity

Soon we have no place to die

Fighting just to realize

Every move we make, we do

Another step to hell, I'm sure

Sleepless eyelids not for longer

Now I'm walking in the sun

Brother spider tells me 'no way'.

Reason has been don away

Balancing powers from the top of the tree

Walking in the endless light of He

My feet planted in the head the head of a crown

Here 'til the pillars comes crumblin' down.