I understand the weight of your words
I may fade away so long and to last
Haunting my peace of mind
You might become my fallen idol
A god repressed by a man
Now I still stand great
What I found is just unreality
One willing to comply with what you see
I struck with their own hand to I learned the skin
And what I heard that night, that crucifixion
It stole my breath and got me bent
Died again that very day and left without a trace
All the acts that separate us and keep from what we are
Died again that very day and left without a trace
An open breeze, a leaf that is blue is all it is
An open breeze, a man with a thorn in his hand
Curtains fall on both our thin eyes
Staring at the shade that darkened the night
And fear started to grow inside
I might become a wandering raver
I know the tears that flow and the meaning tinted
Reading signs, playing the strings of fate
One willing to comply with what you see
I struck with their own hand to I learned the skin
And what I heard that night, that crucifixion
It stole my breath and got me bent
Died again that very day and left without a trace
All the acts that separate us and keep from what we are
Died again that very day and left without a trace
An open breeze, a leaf that is blue is all it is
An open breeze, a man with a thorn in his hand
Died again that very day and left without a trace
All the acts that separate us and keep from what we are
Died again that very day and left without a trace
An open breeze, a leaf that is blue is all it is
An open breeze, a man with a thorn in his hand
A man with a thorn in his hand
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