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Phaethon - a dead legend ain’t silent.

Dumb - our words for each other.

The way into a dark future is getting shorter -

it slips away - the time to pray!

Who knows the real god?

Who knows his opponent?

Who dares to ask for the insane?

Who perceives the schizophrene neurotics

so close in the mirror?

Are those who have asked still alive?

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I wanna hear, wanna hear you cry.

Your whisper shall warm my blood!

Don’t leave the insane all alone!

Cages rust - but the earth stays warm.

I pray for the insane of this earth!

Mother, a legend will never be silent

but, mother, can the dead man speak?

If we, if we will, if we will drown

can I come to you in the night?

Mom, give me an answer -

Ma, give me a sign!

Pray, pray, pray, ma, and

hold the line!!!

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I feel the waste -

the arrival of cold days.

I can feel the night is getting harder -

the prayers deeper for a new day!

Help me…

How many life-lights burn out today?

- I’m here to save them.

How many people freeze in the desert?

- My blood shall warm them…

shall warm them all!