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Where will I find flowers in winter?

And where the sunshine and shade of the earth?

Walls stand cold and speechless in your mind

You're under the pressure of morality,

but I can give you right to fly

Constructive destruction, how can it be?

A faithless generation, the end of history...

Good or evil? It's only made by you, moral mortals

Be one of us, immoral Immortals!

Who am I to decide (There is no choice)

Who am I to be the future

Who am I to deny (You'll be my voice)

Who am I to say: it's evil or good

I'm still here between cold walls

I'm still hear this voice, but it's not yours...