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When the night kills the light I can’t try to sleep

Through the void of my mind I can’t find relief

The walls of my thoughts are all painted with blood

Feed me with fuel ‘cause I’m losing control

You cannot extinguish the fire that burns in my veins

You cannot stop the time that slides under my wheels

Feed me with death ‘cause I’m losing control

I need your feelings and a fragment of your souls

Feed me (let me) get my time back I want what is mine

Voices that come from the void in my pit

Evoking the frightening shadows carved in my dreams

Ghosts came from the past crawl on the walls

Eradicate your conscience and burn it with your soul

I’m running wild through the woods of my instinct

I sense the presence of my good old fiend

Hunting my ghosts through the shapes of these threes

I feel the rain that is washing my skin

Feed me (let me) get my time back I want what is mine

I want to impress the tissues of your emotionality

I just tried to press my voice through your ears into my mind

I like me to express that your mediocrity disgust me

But I spat out my impressions for the pleasure of my thoughts