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In my nightmares blood is falling from the skies

I'm trapped in a flood of green dark waters

I'm in familiar places but everything seem so weird

And this paranoia that make me so ill at ease

Nightmare circus

In my diversion I see myself among freaks

In a deviant circus there which my place is

Some blind amputee shows me the way

To midget's whorehouse and opium den

A bleached dawn... my washy soul

I can foresee their miserable life

But never know what happen on the next night

to me... I have no destiny

I'm just burning with hate and envy

Fortresses rise among the freaks as horrid temples of damnation

Absurd angles and faces in stones, architecture of insane souls

I never call for any help, I never either find some rest

From who? For what? I am lost in this trap

It rains in my dreams on some cold asphalt road

The cries of the dead trees, I'm always on my own

Conflicts torment my mights, agitation and fights

Just a few beloved ones

But they die one by one

A bleached dawn

My washy soul