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hold on and hear this voice in the rustle of the leaves

do you dare not to turn away only this one time now

stand and watch these cristal clear waters' mirrorings

their fathomless depths seem to wish to let you drown

questions unanswered like pinpricks deep in your skin

don't pretend not to understand these words any more

astray from your procession here you are becoming lost

like borne beyond the great sea to a forbidding shore

you better won't wake

you better won't see things in the light of day

you better remain in Anaesthesia

day by day passing by like an all-consuming lava stream

dawn by dawn calling darkness once for all to unfold

as you hide in ebony towers, sleepwalking, never awake

a nameless forgotten prisoner lying in chains of gold

all safe from the cold draught bringing along clarity

sheltered from the rain that will wash illusion away

without the burden of freedom weighing on the shoulders

almost like unborn, not one thing left to stay

you better won't wake

you better won't see things in the light of day

you better remain in Anaesthesia